Did I ever tell you about my idea for a Viz-style comic strip entitled 'Wainwright's Wànks', in which the fell-bothering curmudgeon is constantly trying to find a quiet place in the Lake District in which to knock one out, only to be repeatedly disturbed by tourists, school parties, dogs, search and rescue helicopters, etc?
I think the idea came to me because I read one of his books and he came across as such a miserable wànker. I mean I'm as misanthropic as the next cûnt, but he genuinely appeared to resent the presence of anyone at all on the same mountain as him - while writing books designed to attract people to climb up said mountains.