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But I think Terry's got a point about
"a horse, a bucket and a spoon."
Oh, sorry, Graham. You're doing
all the voices in this bit, aren't you?
I'll shut up.
M Palin.
No, I've gone off that a bit.
I prefer "sex and violence",
but Terry's got a point about
"a horse, a bucket and a spoon".
Oh, come off it.
And so it was decided to call it
Monty Python's Flying Circus.
Cambridge, a university town built
in a featureless, flat landscape.
So featureless, in fact,
you wonder why anyone chose it
as a location for anything.
The magnificence of St John's,
the noteworthy splendour of Trinity,
the sheer portliness of the banks
and some very high walls,
behind which a semi-aristocratic elite
could hide from the outside world
and go to each other's rooms for sherry.
And gazing at the magnificent,
noteworthy, sheer splendour
of the portly King's College chapel,
it would be a world-weary traveller
indeed who did not pause to think,
"Why the f*** didn't they build
the whole town two inches to the right?"
Sorry!
Hmm.
Tsk. Hmm.
Hmm.
Stop! Everybody stop! Right.
If I find any more of you bloody idiots
heating up ether over an open flame,
I'll...I'll kill you!
I haven't been a munitions expert
in two world wars
to get slaughtered
by a load of ignorant tits!
If you don't know what you're doing,
get out!
So, Chapman, let's see.
Oh, now, do you play FUQBY?
I play for Melton Mowbray, first team.
- What position do you play?
- Second row.
That's good.
We need a second row.
Absolutely.
We'll see you in September.
There is just one small matter,
of course. Just a formality.
Your A-level results here.
- Oh, yes, yes.
- Will you pass physics?
No.
Why not?
Uh...well, I'm not sure.
Not sure, eh?
That means you're in doubt?
- Well, no...
- Do you mean yes?
Uh... Yes.
So a pass may be possible, eh?
Uh, yes. Possible.
- Probable, even?
- Well, I, uh...
Let me put it another way.
Are you going to fail?
No.
No?
- How did it go?
- Oh, fine.
Mind you, I've got to pass physics.
Well, you'll do that, won't you?
I think at about this juncture,
it would be wise to point out to those
of you who haven't noticed,
and it's apparent enough,
Jonathan Miller and myself
come from good families
and have had the benefits
Whereas the other two members
of the cast
from working-class origins.
And yet Jonathan and I are working
together with them in the cast...
...and treating them as equals.
And I'd like to say it's proving
to be a most enjoyable,
worthwhile and stimulating experience
for both of us.
- Wouldn't you agree, Jonathan?
- Certainly is. I'm most impressed.
It's...it's your results.
Ah.
What... What does it...
What does it say?
It says... It says...
Three passes!
That means you're in, doesn't it?
Well done, Graham.
I have been accepted
by Emmanuel College.
I've bought a gown,
several club ties,
with a pipe and tried to look clever.
The pipe was very useful. If anyone
said anything I didn't understand,
I could puff on it
and seem deep in thought.
The tweed suit didn't fool anybody,
but the pipe worked a treat.
In tutorials,
It also helped clobber the stench
of formalin in the dissecting rooms.
Describe the vagina.
- Kevin.
- Um, right.
- Well, it's a sensitive organ.
- What do you mean?
Well, it's about four and a half
inches long
and it's, uh, very sensitive.
Balls! The only thing sensitive about
the vagina is in the front of it, lad.
Apart from a certain sensation
because something has passed through
the perineal musculature,
the vagina itself is virtually numb!
You answer shows not only a lack
of anatomical knowledge,
but a complete social ignorance.
with a woman!
No! Aah!
Not that bit!
Awfully sorry, old chap,
but sex is a rather difficult subject
and I don't know what came over me.
Oh, well. Better go and have lunch,
I suppose.
Anyone coming to the bun shop?
Oh, thank God.
That was a short tutorial.
In my first year at Cambridge,
I tried to join the Footlights Club,
realising that the only reason
I'd gone there in the first place
was that I'd seen a television version
of a Footlights annual revue.
I impersonated a carrot
and a man with iron fingertips being
pulled offstage by an enormous magnet.
Really super.
In the same set of auditions,
John Cleese did a routine
of trampling on hamsters
and can still do
a good pain-ridden squeak.
How about that?
We were both selected and very soon
were able to wear black sashes
with "Ars Est Celare Artem" on them.
"The art was to conceal the art."
March 1964. The new biochemistry
and physiology block
Being secretary
of the Students' Union,
I was invited to join Her Majesty for tea
with other members of the student body
after her tour of the new premises.
I was pleased to find out that she had
asked to come to tea with the students
and not with a lot of old gits
in red gowns and stupid floppy hats.
- Ah, yes.
- How do you take yours?
Gin and Slimline tonic with ice
but no lemon in, Your Majesty.
Cheers.
I explained to Her Majesty that I had
the offer of going to New Zealand
as a member of Cambridge Circus,
a revue,
but that this would mean taking
six months off medicine
and my parents had yelped
strongly against this.
You really must
see New Zealand.
It's a very beautiful place.
My sexual life consisted of going to bed
with women
The first one was the student's
traditional friend, a nurse.
She was rather podgy
and extremely repellent,
but I just wanted to get my end away.
She was a real "lie down and think
of hockey and England" type,
that was not enthusiastically received,
I looked her hard in the breasts
and thought, "Yuck.
"The bar's still open.
I'll get rid of her."
There was another female student
getting a lot of attention from the lads.
Of a rather fawning, not daring
to ask nature, I sat down at her table.
Ignoring her minions, I boldly passed her
a plate of sandwich spread sandwiches
and asked her if she'd go.
She was intelligent enough to say,
"See you in my room tonight."
We had a bloody good time
for a whole year.
She was athletic and imaginative.
We went right through the card.
It wasn't just British missionary,
but doggie on the floor,
on the floor standing, on the desk,
in the shower, in the bath,
near the bath, at someone else's place
while they weren't looking,
and in a guard's van
through the whole of Birmingham.
The description of this passage
has made me feel... Excuse me.
Oh, that's better.
I liked the experience, but after nine
months or so, it began to pall
and I felt I'd rather spend more time
in the bar drinking with the lads.
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