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Nice choices: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/books/10620356/The-15-best-comedy-books-of-all-time.html Makes me realize I got my forum posting style, such as it is, in great part from Tristram Shandy, probably my favorite novel along with Nabokov's Pale Fire ("lads and youths"! ).

No time like the present: The Man with Two Left Feet (1917): At five minutes to eleven on the morning named he was at the station, a false beard and spectacles shielding his identity from the public eye. If you had asked him he would have said that he was a Scotch business man. As a matter of fact, he looked far more like a motor-car coming through a haystack. The Inimitable Jeeves (1923): It was my Uncle George who discovered that alcohol was a food well in advance of modern medical thought. I turned to Aunt Agatha, whose demeanour was now rather like that of one who, picking daisies on the railway, has just caught the down express in the small of the back. Jeeves lugged my purple socks out of the drawer as if he were a vegetarian fishing a caterpillar out of his salad. I once got engaged to his daughter Honoria, a ghastly dynamic exhibit who read Nietzsche and had a laugh like waves breaking on a stern and rockbound coast. Very Good Jeeves (1930): The Right Hon. was a tubby little chap who looked as if he had been poured into his clothes and had forgotten to say `When!' My Aunt Dahlia has a carrying voice... If all other sources of income failed, she could make a good living calling the cattle home across the Sands of Dee. She fitted into my biggest armchair as if it had been built round her by someone who knew they were wearing armchairs tight about the hips that season. Unseen, in the background, Fate was quietly slipping the lead into the boxing-glove. Ring for Jeeves (1953): It was a confusion of ideas between him and one of the lions he was hunting in Kenya that had caused A. B. Spottsworth to make the obituary column. He thought the lion was dead, and the lion thought it wasn't. A Few Quick Ones (1959): Attila the Hun might have broken off his engagement to her, but nobody except Attila the Hun, and he only on one of his best mornings. Oofy, thinking of the tenner he had given Freddie, writhed like an electric fan. If you're not laughing by now, then by all means don't head down to the library this afternoon. Otherwise . . .

Thank you, Driver for all the comments and the pictures. Really appreciated. I will be in Brazil end of November and must start prepare my trip. I will soon reactivate my disponivel, ursosdubrasil and other badoo sites and start taking contacts, gathering pictures. This Marcos is great looking. I am surprised to see him in MM : he is not the typical MM type, no ? I am only 2 days in Rio but I will try to meet him in MM. I had a lot of fun with Eduardo. I met him the first year he started to work in Mezzaninu in POA. Fresh and cute. I was sure it was him before Tomcal posted a picture, since he is always eating a lot, even though he is skinny. He is a great rimmer and sucker and licker. Pity he smokes that much now. Looking forward to meeting him again. Thanks again Driver !