Python Monty, Thanks
Dear Members of Monty Python,
Thank you.
Let me explain.
Over the Thanksgiving Day holiday here in the States, people were asking all manner of questions relating to ‘what are you giving thanks for or to’ and I was able to side step most of these people, or head butt them into acquiescence, however while walking to and from work the question of thanking and what am I full of kept leaping about in my mind like a crazed naked-man.
Playing an organ.
Then the answer came crashing down; I am grateful, thankful, that I was able to watch your troupe in my formative years. There were others teams out there that I watched, however it always comes back to y’all. The wild improbability of each episode. The cross lacing of classic leather bound jokes and um, not jokes that were still funny. Given time. And repetition. And time. But mostly repetition.
Looking at the work you all did in later years... really, how did you not explode sooner? So, many different wonderful voices. All that still fill my ears with hints and sagely advice on comedy.
Specific thanks are as follow: Exposure to words that were biggerer. Authors that I would have NEVER known about, cared about or read. Phraseologies that were arcane. Disruptive humor. Boobies. Mind you, I’ve been exposed frequently to all of this now. Often in fact. Mostly the boobies. But with out you all, I would have been... well not a world class puppeteer.
And, ya, thanks for that. Because that’s been grand as well.
Thank you especially Mr. Cleese for “Faulty Towers”. It is a tribute to timing and story that is still amazing.
Well, enough gushing. I have to change the boy-child as he tells me he’s poopie.
Thank you.
Let me explain.
Over the Thanksgiving Day holiday here in the States, people were asking all manner of questions relating to ‘what are you giving thanks for or to’ and I was able to side step most of these people, or head butt them into acquiescence, however while walking to and from work the question of thanking and what am I full of kept leaping about in my mind like a crazed naked-man.
Playing an organ.
Then the answer came crashing down; I am grateful, thankful, that I was able to watch your troupe in my formative years. There were others teams out there that I watched, however it always comes back to y’all. The wild improbability of each episode. The cross lacing of classic leather bound jokes and um, not jokes that were still funny. Given time. And repetition. And time. But mostly repetition.
Looking at the work you all did in later years... really, how did you not explode sooner? So, many different wonderful voices. All that still fill my ears with hints and sagely advice on comedy.
Specific thanks are as follow: Exposure to words that were biggerer. Authors that I would have NEVER known about, cared about or read. Phraseologies that were arcane. Disruptive humor. Boobies. Mind you, I’ve been exposed frequently to all of this now. Often in fact. Mostly the boobies. But with out you all, I would have been... well not a world class puppeteer.
And, ya, thanks for that. Because that’s been grand as well.
Thank you especially Mr. Cleese for “Faulty Towers”. It is a tribute to timing and story that is still amazing.
Well, enough gushing. I have to change the boy-child as he tells me he’s poopie.
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