Here's hoping the old colours come back! This look is much too clean and upscale for the Withnail crowd. There's no need for gloves here, and we can totally find the coffee. Nothing's floating up. There's no place to hide the Camberwell Carrot if the bobbies come 'round. The bright white screen is giving me a bastard behind the eyes. Bring back the mingey orange!
... followed by yet another anecdote about his sensitive crimes in a punt with a chap called Norman, who had red hair and a book of poetry stained with the butter drips from crumpets.