In London, in 1978, I sort of met Michael Palin. I didn’t really meet him or talk to him — but I was standing right next to him. He had just finished playing squash, and I was just going to play. I was waiting for the girl at the desk to tell me which court I had, while he was making a reservation for another day.
I was playing squash with a guy named Roy, and he said, “Do you know who that was?”
“That was Michael Palin.”
I wasn’t impressed at the time. But I have been ever since.
When I was in London that year, I played a lot of squash and really enjoyed it. Haven’t played since.
Not that that has anything to do with anything.
This is the ending of Monty Python’s Life of Brian – Always Look on the Bright Side of Life.
Too perfect. Always an upper…