joy is...

...Sitting in the Phoenix cinema watching the beautifully remastered Withnail and I, with friends and a packed giggling cinema. Oh so quotable a film, with so many glorious lines:
"Black puddings aren't going to help us! I want something's flesh!"
"We want the finest wines available to humanity, we want them here, and we want them now!"

And something I spotted for the first time?
Uncle Monty went to Balliol! The college crest is on the picture that 'I' finds in the Penrith House. Oh joy, oh rapture. This brings to 3 my list of fictional Balliol men:
- Uncle Monty ("as a youth, I used to weep in butchers shops")
- Sir Humphrey ("Politicians like to panic, they need activity. It is their substitute for achievement ")
- Lord Peter Wimsey ("We are mortified in nineteenth century gothic, lest, in our overweening Balliolity, we forget God")

What an awe-inspiring - dare I say it? - trinity! (Since threesome would have entirely the wrong connotation!)