I received an email recently from a British author called Ewan Morrison. His latest novel might be of interest to Withnail fans as the book makes references to the Withnail & I film. The book is called 'Ménage' and is on sale now.
Here is a teaser...
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It had been a wake-up call. The very next day Dot had been a good student and put in a whole day at art school. She returned with a bunch of flowers and a box of sherry for Saul and a video to watch, by way of making it up to us. It was called Withnail and I and was basically a shaggy dog story about two losers who live in squalor, both failed actors. The scene in the pub had been very much like our one of the day before, and she’d wanted to show us it, so we could laugh about it all. Saul sat stone-faced throughout.
See, you’re so Withnail, she joked, trying to tickle him, but he did not respond. Her plan had backfired horribly as the film’s message was horribly clear: Withnail was a drunk and waster and ‘I’ would go on to greater things, it was after all his story. The story of I. I was not such a bad role. I was in fact rather flattered to be I. By the end Saul asked us to leave the room as he wanted to be alone. As soon as we were in the corridor he locked it behind us.
Dot was at his door for nearly an hour after, apologising. He would not let her in, or speak. It had been foolish of her, but understandable. She wanted to show Saul how much she understood him but made the mistake of reducing him to an existing image. He had to be the total innovation of himself, he was not Richard E. Grant, no matter how closely the film mapped our lives. It was perhaps some subconscious revenge on her part. Saul had made her slash her canvases and now she had exposed his vulnerabilities.
I couldn’t help but laugh though as I stared at the kitchen sink. There’s something moving in there. It may be a mouse. Then the bastard will rue the day!
Did not Saul have this same fixation on vermin months back? Did he not swear that a rat came out to watch the telly every time he put an arthouse tape on. Did he not say at the time - The vermin is obsessed with Bergman!
Please open up and stop being so grumpy, I heard her say to his closed door – It’s just a silly film. But the damage had been done. The power of human weakness is greater than strength. She would be banished from his affections.
That night I finally gave into the impulse to competitiveness. The event had finally revealed his weaknesses and she would be repulsed. I have to confess that I masturbated with her panties thinking of how she now favoured me more than he.
But, my God, how wrong I was.
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For more details about Ewan Morrison visit his website below;
link
Here is a teaser...
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It had been a wake-up call. The very next day Dot had been a good student and put in a whole day at art school. She returned with a bunch of flowers and a box of sherry for Saul and a video to watch, by way of making it up to us. It was called Withnail and I and was basically a shaggy dog story about two losers who live in squalor, both failed actors. The scene in the pub had been very much like our one of the day before, and she’d wanted to show us it, so we could laugh about it all. Saul sat stone-faced throughout.
See, you’re so Withnail, she joked, trying to tickle him, but he did not respond. Her plan had backfired horribly as the film’s message was horribly clear: Withnail was a drunk and waster and ‘I’ would go on to greater things, it was after all his story. The story of I. I was not such a bad role. I was in fact rather flattered to be I. By the end Saul asked us to leave the room as he wanted to be alone. As soon as we were in the corridor he locked it behind us.
Dot was at his door for nearly an hour after, apologising. He would not let her in, or speak. It had been foolish of her, but understandable. She wanted to show Saul how much she understood him but made the mistake of reducing him to an existing image. He had to be the total innovation of himself, he was not Richard E. Grant, no matter how closely the film mapped our lives. It was perhaps some subconscious revenge on her part. Saul had made her slash her canvases and now she had exposed his vulnerabilities.
I couldn’t help but laugh though as I stared at the kitchen sink. There’s something moving in there. It may be a mouse. Then the bastard will rue the day!
Did not Saul have this same fixation on vermin months back? Did he not swear that a rat came out to watch the telly every time he put an arthouse tape on. Did he not say at the time - The vermin is obsessed with Bergman!
Please open up and stop being so grumpy, I heard her say to his closed door – It’s just a silly film. But the damage had been done. The power of human weakness is greater than strength. She would be banished from his affections.
That night I finally gave into the impulse to competitiveness. The event had finally revealed his weaknesses and she would be repulsed. I have to confess that I masturbated with her panties thinking of how she now favoured me more than he.
But, my God, how wrong I was.
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For more details about Ewan Morrison visit his website below;
link