So I watched Withnail & I the other day and couldn't help thinking that if anyone drank exactly what Withnail drinks in the film when he drinks it, they'd be dead (or at least, I'd be dead). But then, lots of people decide to watch it and drink whenever they do so maybe it's not all that lethal (still, please don't try it, I don't want any of my blog friends dying thanks to me).
Moving along from the drinking aspects, it's probably one of my favourite films. I love strange quirky things and Withnail & I is so surreal in some places that tears just stream down your face with laughter (casing points: fishing with a gun, cooking chickens with teapots and having an incredibly eccentric gay uncle called Monty).
But then, if anyone else out there has seen it (I'm sure some of you definitely have, since it's such a cult film), isn't the ending just a little bit sad? You sort of know that when Withnail wanders off through the park that he isn't going to last much longer. Seriously, anyone who drinks that much alcohol in the space of two weeks is going to suffer from liver failure pretty soon.
Ah well, it's probably just me who feels slightly sorry for his predicament....