Bruce Robinson, Withnail and I

Even a stopped clock tells the right time twice a day, and for once I'm inclined to believe Withnail is right. We are indeed drifting into the arena of the unwell.









How do we make it die?





There can be no true beauty without decay



The greatest decade in the history of mankind is coming to an end and as Presuming Ed here has so consistently pointed out, we have failed to paint it black.





I have of late — but wherefore I know not — lost all my mirth