Forgive a silly sentimental post, but Tink and I just were canning ourselves at lunch over this memory. A number of years ago, when we’d just gotten together, and were actually living together for the first time (tiny flat, Grahamstown, kinda post student life…but only just), we chanced over this episode of Pinky and the Brain (and Larry) where the meglamaniac pair are joined by a third chaacter, Larry, who basically just gets in their way. But it’s classic…cos everything is adjusted by the afterthought “…and Larry”. Which of course becomes part of our mythology from there on in, and everything is attcahed with the hysteria-enducing “…and Larry”. Try it at home. You’ll see. It’s a scream.