The following is an incomplete compendium of the fictional locations featured in the stories of P. G. Wodehouse, in alphabetical order by place name.
The Angler's (or Anglers') Rest is the public house frequented by irrepressible raconteur Mr Mulliner.
Actually, P. G. Wodehouse gives us few details about this public house. At the beginning of each short story of the Mulliner’s collection, we find Mr Mulliner sipping his hot Scotch and Lemon in the bar-parlour of the establishment, while his pub companions are drinking their own beverages. In most stories, a conversation between these companions induces Mr Mulliner to a recollection of a similar event introducing some new members of the very large Mulliner family. We then leave the pub to enter into the narrator’s world.
We know that the popular landlord of the place is named Ernest Biggs (The Juice of an Orange), and that his very amiable barmaid is named Miss Postlethwaite. Even though she appears in most of the stories, she is never given a first name, but we do know that she is very fond of motion pictures, and of romance novelettes. Every Sunday afternoon, she retires to her room with a box of caramels and a novel from the circulating library, and on the following night, she places the results of her literary researches in front of the habitués of the Angler’s Rest and invites their judgment (The Castaways).
ease no game, you fire i'm chain, gave attempts
please be the times that i surprise myself
my niggers looking like black crows and pack shows
the dawn voice stay pristine like i'm still 17
i'm rich, black, african rocking the golden mat
...leather gucci's ...on my back... in the trench
...these niggers, eating 6 gazelles, dicing any defense
mike tyson disciple, trifle with my pen is a rifle
16 ways to shoot you through your
but do you exhale ...with niggers the jail's off, ah
you bring the best niggers to the table, i set 4 of my whales on you
custom what he speakers rump on polices, dump on creatures
holidays you preach us, stainless steel watches, hostages turning next, here's the deal
if we can't come in they can't have the feel
...your system, murder excremental, rap, harmony and horses live efficient
along with generals who flash uzzies in interviews
my shit is
verse 2 gotta be all murder just like verse 1
...yellow like hair on a malibu surfer,
yellow like my , yellow like new york city pissed and concrete
yo, who voted oath ...and the wind, las vegas odors what you know, we leave it right here
we go to the loadest, put a package on your head, be promoted
peace and effect, panties off and donuts
i hate to see you acting like a slave to get an advance here, and advance there