About that Python …

… the one mentioned in the title of my June 6th post.

The night before I returned to the US, my cousin-hosts treated me to an excellent entertainment on YouTube: the 2014 concert by the fabulous comedy team of the 1969-70’s British TV show, MONTY PYTHON’S FLYING CIRCUS.

The title of the concert was “MONTY PYTHON LIVE (mostly)” with “ONE DOWN, FIVE TO GO”* as its subtitle. [*there used to be six Pythons, but one of them – Graham Chapman – died in 1989]

As I am a die-hard Python fan, I was wildly jealous that my Cousin-Host AND Daughter had actually attended that show, in 2014. When I mentioned this fact (ie, the jealousy) to my hosts, they just dialled up YouTube and we watched the WHOLE GLORIOUS THING on their wide-screen TV. I was totally delirious with joy.

You can watch too, if you want. Just search for it on YouTube.

But be warned: MPFC is not to everyone’s taste. For those who can never get enough, it’s like transfusions of demented hilarity straight to the brain. Those who hate it can barely watch the title sequence before reaching for their lobotomy pills.

Anyway.

One of my most cherished possessions is a book called:

When the book was new, its pristinely white cover had dirty smudges of what looked like mud (or something smellier) on the front. The name, of course, should be “… PAPERBOOK” not “PAPPERBOK”.

The entire book is a compendium of similar … what shall I call them? … idiotically intentional accidents. Plus graphics, comics, fragments of absurdity and such madcap ideas as the menu card of a restaurant called Chez Rat (see below).

Fabulous.

Here are four pages:

Needless to say, I added my signature myself, at the time my sister gave me the book. I don’t know if the date I’ve put it in is accurate, but it might be. A friend to whom I lent the book said, “I saw your signature on the so-called library card and thought, Hang on! She’s not THAT famous …”

… and so on.