we've gone on holiday by mistake

i love withnail and i

This place has become impossible. Nothing to eat, freezing cold and now a madman on the prowl outside, with eels.

topshop coat luella blouse old brogues silly socks

these are the sort of windows faces look in at 

I'm inclined to believe Withnail is right. We are indeed drifting into the arena of the unwell.