"I am not very well up in the Peerage. I seldom read it except to get a laugh out of the names." P. G. "Plum" Wodehouse rarely stood on ceremony, and the snooty English class system was a favourite target for his satire. A demolisher of privilege, pretension and snobbery, Plum presents us with a cavalcade of potty peers, dotty dowagers and perfidious plutocrats who anatomize the nation's social hierarchy more successfully than the fieriest political orator could ever manage and all the while making us laugh. The fourth of Paul Kent's occasional essays on matters Wodehousean takes us on a hilarious tour round 20th-century English society, proving time and again that in Plum's world rank is but a guinea stamp, and kind hearts are always worth more than coronets.