Monty Python Live at the Hollywood Bowl
From bare-arsed singing waiters to the wilds of British Columbia (society is to blame and duly arrested), all but literally an academic lecture-demonstration on slapstick en route (“we’ll teach you to drink deep ere you depart”), Hollywood in a nutshell as it were, from which there arises quite evocatively somehow the great gilded shade of your own your very own the one the only Ernie Kovacs to bless the proceedings, distilled from life.
Archimedes hits upon a plan of action in the Olympic match vs. Deutschland, after a sodding bit of l’entre-deux-guerres... soixante-neuf to self-wrestling to Pope Julius II on art, “I know what I like.”
Albatross at intermission, “have you come to arrange a holiday, or would you like a blowjob?”
“How sweet,” chord chord chord, “to be an idiot...”