Entry tags:

betadine, withnail and i

the wolves remain unimpressed
1. Spent the day intoxicated with the company of popgoesbidin: Laughing until we became a spectacle, wasting time until there was only more time to be had, searching for t-shirts in office supply stores and trying to fill a bag of fifty pesos. I kept insisting all the while that we would cease to be friends before her next birthday came (this is an extension of the primary deadline I had set, which was my birthday, my real one), which would have saved me the trouble of having to buy her a gift. She helped me pick up a birthday present for cartoonband_aid which will break my heart if she does not enjoy it.

2. Moped. Sighed. Lamented. Moped.



I [to himself]:

I could hardly piss straight with fear. he was a man with 3/4 of
an inch of brain who'd taken a dislike to me. What had I done to
offend him? I don't consciously offend big men like this. And
this one's a decided imbalance of hormone in him. Get any more
masculine than that and you'd have to live up a tree. [he reads
the grafitti] 'I fuck arses', Who fucks arses? [aloud] Maybe he
fucks arses. [to himself again] Maybe he's written this in some
moment of drunken sincerity. I'm in considerable danger in here.
I must get out of here at once.

~~

Withnail:

What are you talking about Danny? D: If you are holding onto a
rising balloon you are presented with a difficult political
decission - let go while you've still got the chance or hold onto
the rope and continue getting higher. That's politics man. We are
at the end of an age. The greatest decade in the history of
mankind is nearly over. They're selling hippy wigs in wolworths.
It is 91 days to the end of the decade and as presuming Ed here
has so consistently pointed out, we have failed to paint it
black.

~~

I:

I'm not homosexual Monty

Monty:

Yes you are! Of course you are. You're only saying that to deny
your relationship with him. It's not his fault that he can't love
you any more that it's mine that I adore you. Can't we allow
ourselves this one moment of indiscretion? He need never know.

I:

I don't care what he knows, you must leave Monty. [I gets out of
bed and goes over to the door. Monty beats him to it.]

Monty:

I mean to have you even if it must be burgulary. [I races to the
other side of the room. Monty advances.]

Richard Griffiths' immense stature was due to childhood radiation therapy. Don't hate.

[mood| see 2.]
[music| our song]