The Hon. Galahad Threepwood, the only genuinely distinguished
Threepwood, Lady Constance Keeble's "deplorable
brother" in many stories and novels. Younger brother of
Clarence, Lord Emsworth; all but one of his ten sisters
regard him as a waster. Lady Diana Phipps in Sunset at Blandings being
the exception. When not on missions of mercy at Blandings
Castle, lives in Duke St., St. James or at Berkeley Mansions,
London W. 1, 4th floor, on a younger son's allowance.
Author of scandal-ridden memoirs from the nineties, which
he is writing in Summer Lightning. A member of the old Pelican Club in
his youth, he once wanted to marry Dolly Henderson, to
prevent which his family shipped him off to South Africa.
Arrested so often in his prime that he got to know most of
the policemen in the West End of London by their first
names; has in fact known more policemen by their first
names than any man in London. Seems never to have gone
to bed till he was fifty. His age is given as 57 in Heavy Weather, the
middle fifties in Full Moon, but in
Galahad at Blandings he is in the early fifties.
His niece Millicent remarks "it really is an extraordinary
thing that anyone who has had as good a time as he has can
be so amazingly healthy." A short, trim, dapper little
cock-sparrow of a man, of the type one associates in one's mind
with checked suits, tight trousers, white bowler hats, pink
carnations, and race glasses bumping against the left hip. Wears
a black-rimmed monocle. Friend and kindred spirit of
Frederick Twistleton, Earl of Ickenham, in Uncle Fred in the Springtime.
See also Pigs Have Wings,
Sticky Wicket at Blandings,
A Pelican at Blandings.