During my childhood, I spent some time watching British TV. This may sound a little odd coming from a person living in the middle of the United States, but it’s true. Fact is, my dad seemed to love the humour these men brought to Public TV via Monty Python’s Flying Circus.
I loved the splashes of colour and odd objects introducing the show.
I loved the silly walks and the Dead Parrot routine, and the Archbishop skits. I laughed and laughed every time I watched the show.
I recently told this to someone I know who lives in the UK, and the response was, “Did you grow up in a British household?”
No, but sometimes it felt like it.
I really must get out and get my own copy of “Monty Python and the Holy Grail”.