In honor of Monty Python...
October 5th, 2009 06:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ara_chanToday is the 40th Anniversary of the Flying Circus. How cool is that? Any of you feeling REALLY OLD and/or REALLY YOUNG now? :D But to mark this event, a few bits of trivia.
Graham Chapman died one day before the 20th anniversary of the first broadcast of Flying Circus; Terry Jones called it "the worst case of party-pooping in all history." John Cleese delivered Graham Chapman's eulogy -- cause he's a good friend.
Graham Chapman, co-author of the "Parrot Sketch", is no more. He has ceased to be. Bereft of life, he rests in peace. He's kicked the bucket, hopped the twig, bit the dust, snuffed it, breathed his last, and gone to meet the great Head of Light Entertainment in the sky. And I guess that we're all thinking how sad it is that a man of such talent, of such capability for kindness, of such unusual intelligence, should now so suddenly be spirited away at the age of only forty-eight, before he'd achieved many of the things of which he was capable, and before he'd had enough fun.
Well, I feel that I should say: nonsense. Good riddance to him, the freeloading bastard, I hope he fries.
And the reason I feel I should say this is he would never forgive me if I didn't, if I threw — threw away this glorious opportunity to shock you all on his behalf. Anything for him but mindless good taste.
Cleese continued after a break from laughter in the audience, claiming Chapman had whispered in his ear the night before, when he was writing the speech, saying:
Alright Cleese. I know you are very proud of being the very first person ever to say "shit" on British television. If this service is really for me: Just for starters, I want you to become the first person ever at a British memorial service to say "fuck".
And on that note, I'mma heading home. Cheers.
Graham Chapman died one day before the 20th anniversary of the first broadcast of Flying Circus; Terry Jones called it "the worst case of party-pooping in all history." John Cleese delivered Graham Chapman's eulogy -- cause he's a good friend.
Graham Chapman, co-author of the "Parrot Sketch", is no more. He has ceased to be. Bereft of life, he rests in peace. He's kicked the bucket, hopped the twig, bit the dust, snuffed it, breathed his last, and gone to meet the great Head of Light Entertainment in the sky. And I guess that we're all thinking how sad it is that a man of such talent, of such capability for kindness, of such unusual intelligence, should now so suddenly be spirited away at the age of only forty-eight, before he'd achieved many of the things of which he was capable, and before he'd had enough fun.
Well, I feel that I should say: nonsense. Good riddance to him, the freeloading bastard, I hope he fries.
And the reason I feel I should say this is he would never forgive me if I didn't, if I threw — threw away this glorious opportunity to shock you all on his behalf. Anything for him but mindless good taste.
Cleese continued after a break from laughter in the audience, claiming Chapman had whispered in his ear the night before, when he was writing the speech, saying:
Alright Cleese. I know you are very proud of being the very first person ever to say "shit" on British television. If this service is really for me: Just for starters, I want you to become the first person ever at a British memorial service to say "fuck".
And on that note, I'mma heading home. Cheers.
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Date: October 5th, 2009 11:35 pm (UTC)