I've just finished Graham Chapman's autobiography. That man is a god. If I could have the children of any of the Pythons, it'd be Chapman or Palin. There was an extremely funny anecdote in thebook where those two were having a game of bowling, and decided that the winner would be not the one who knocked over the most pins, but the one with the silliest delivery:
'Michael picked up the ball, did a couple of pirouettes and dashed out of the hotel, ran around it three times, came in the bar, poured a pint of beer over his head and threw the ball at the scoring board. He was declared the winner without further competition.'
Ah, me. I'm in love.
'Michael picked up the ball, did a couple of pirouettes and dashed out of the hotel, ran around it three times, came in the bar, poured a pint of beer over his head and threw the ball at the scoring board. He was declared the winner without further competition.'
Ah, me. I'm in love.
