The death today of Terry Jones, founder of Monty Python, has produced the most loving of remembrances. Eloquence was his trademark and was sadly the thing that his dementia robbed him of.
Monty Python is credited with being an icon of 1970’s pop culture and the beginning of new wave comedy.
In a quiet corner of rural North East Essex the effect of Python, on me, was profound.
My parents had no fears of its influence on their only child. Friends with less enlightened parents gathered in our house to watch it, teaching me to be more sociable.
Python accompanied me through the awkward early teenage years from 1969- 1974. 45 episodes of surreal comedy not only made me laugh but exposed me to the establishment that they were disrupting with their anti-establishment humour.
Not particularly one of their funniest sketches, this one sticks in my mind because I knew a Michael Ellis.
Python learning continues long after those 5 years and 45 episodes.
Michael Palin takes me around the world
Terry Jones The Life of Brian and Mr Creosote, guaranteed laughter. Mediaeval history was also his thing, I dabbled.
Eric Idle, Spamalot a musical for people who don’t like musicals.
Graham Chapman, a medical student at Bart’s before he was a Python.
Reason enough to choose a place to study.
John Cleese so much more than Fawlty Towers but Fawlty Towers changes the way anyone thinks of British seaside holidays.
Terry Gilliam, Time Bandits nothing more to be said.
RIP Terry Jones.
Dead? No excuse for laying off work.