By Reg Green
With the pace of technological change having accelerated so fast that even teenage boys often can’t keep up, we have become used to words that had stayed stable for centuries changing their meaning overnight.
One particularly (dare I say it?) flighty word — drone — came to me this week with the attack on Russia’s
Engels air base. When I was growing up a drone was unequivocally a bee with a quite extraordinary sex life. Then a few years ago it conjured up the prospect of having your shaving cream or new shoes delivered just in time. Now it means death from the skies.
Engels air base. When I was growing up a drone was unequivocally a bee with a quite extraordinary sex life. Then a few years ago it conjured up the prospect of having your shaving cream or new shoes delivered just in time. Now it means death from the skies. But to a generation of readers like me its association has always been with the charming but gossamer-light well-to-do young gentlemen created by P.G. Wodehouse who spent their days sipping drinks decorously but relentlessly and talking about golf scores and this week’s shattered love of a lifetime. They had butlers (or ‘gentlemen’s gentlemen’) who nursed them through their fearsome hangovers or snatched them from a dreadful marriage just as the church doors were closing in on them.
Jeeves, Wodehouse’s supreme creation, who did not walk into a room but ‘shimmered’ in so as not to add a grain of sound to his employer’s morning headaches, was the epitome of these saviors. But Oscar Wilde’s Lane was immaculate too. Asked to comment on his employer’s piano playing, he replied. “I didn’t think it was polite to listen, sir.”
And what, with his unerring choice of words, did Wodehouse call the club where he set many of his stories about these lighter-than-air beings? The Drones.
It’s a long way from Ukraine, isn’t it?
Still from the TV series Jeeves and Wooster
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I wonder how many Russian oligarchs would happily return to their happy lives as “drones” rather than worry about Ukrainian drones wrecking their assets — or about being blocked by sanctions from the West where they’ve lead their “drone” lives, and would happily give back to Ukraine whatever Russia conquered so far (and than some) for all protestations of (of course!) being Russian “patriots”…
Thank you, Reg. Perfect bliss!
That’s very nice, Paul. Thank you. Or, as Jeeves would say, ‘I endeavor to give satisfaction, sir.’