And now for something completely different.

[caamora]

And now.....



What is the skit where Michael Palin puts his finger up Graham Chapman's nose and starts playing music? Like he has a radio or something up his nose? I'm giggling even as I'm writing this because I keep on picturing Graham Chapman's face! Hilarious!

Has anyone ever watched Michael Palin's series, I think on the Travel Channel or Bravo, about how he travels all over?

[Skyweir]

yeah i've seen some of his travel stuff .. he's not MP funny .. but its good ..

I am drawing a blank with the fingers up the nostril scenario .. i am sure i have seen it .. but cant place where or when ..

[danlo]

"On second thought let's not go to Camelot, it is a silly place..."

[Worm of Despite]

"It's only a model."

[Fist and Faith]

caamora, it was just a tiny skit from an episode. Something like, "And now, a man with a radio up his nose." Your giggle is well placed! The visual is great!

[Lord Mhoram]

This is my wife Audrey, she smells a bit but she has a heart of gold. *laughter*

[Skyweir]

well sir .. I'm sorry but I am going to have to shoot you

[danlo]

Get the 'comfy chair'!

[Ryzel]

No!!! Not.....the comfy chair!!!!

[Skyweir]

no one expects the Spanish Inquisition!!

[Earthblood]

Around the World in 80 days was the show Palin did - followed the route of Phineas Fog, using only modes of transport available in the late 1800's.
I really liked it - not a comedy for sure, but entertaining all the same....

I can't remember the exact name used,but the skit of the "geeks" (not the right word) olympics, where they had the goofy, uncoordinated guys in suits trying to walk, simple things like that & they couldn't do it - that skit is funny too!

[Worm of Despite]

He killed my auntie!

[danlo]

I loved the bicycle-racer (tourer) who cruised along merrily and then always wiped out in2 the hedges...

[Ryzel]

Around the World in 80 days was the show Palin did - followed the route of Phineas Fog, using only modes of transport available in the late 1800's.
I really liked it - not a comedy for sure, but entertaining all the same....

He has made several such shows. In one of them he travels from pole to pole or something like that. In another he apparently is in the Sahara.

[Skyweir]

LOL - yes! and I loved the Silly Olympiad too!! slow walking .. and really funny stuff!!

one of my personal favs .. is the Philosophers Soccer Match .. damn I will try find the skit .. but its brilliant .. just brilliant ..

and what about the Emmanuel Kant song its a bit of a rudey

[Ryzel]

I think that is "Immanuel Kant", but otherwise yes it is hilarious.

Immanuel Kant was a real piss-ant, who was very rarely stable,
David Hume could out-consume, Schopfenhauer and Hegel. . .

I do not really remember any more, or even if this is actually correct.

[Skyweir]

yay!! found it!! and mmm .. yes thankyou ryzel .. it is Immanuel .. <spelling is not my forte>

GERMANY

vs.

GREECE



Man: Good afternoon, and welcome to a packed Olympic stadium in Munchen for the second leg of this exciting final. And

here comes the Germans now, led by their skipper "Lobby" Hegel. They must truly be favorites this afternoon. They've

certainly attracted the most attention from the press with their team problems. And let's now see their line-up :



DEUTSCHLAND

1 LEIBNIZ

2 I.KANT

3 HEGEL

4 SCHOPENHAUER

5 SCHELLING

6 BECKENBAUER

7 JASPERS

8 SCHLEGEL

9 WITTGENSTEIN

10 NIETZSCHE

11 HEIDEGGER



Man: The Germans playing 4-2-4, Leibniz in goal, back four Kant, Hegel, Schopenhauer, and Schelling, front runners Schlegel,

Wittgenstein, Nietzsche, and Heidegger, and the midfield duo of Beckenbauer and Jaspers. Beckenbauer obviously a bit of a

surprise there. And here come the Greeks, led off by their veteran centerhalf Herakleitos. Let's look at their team :

GRIECHENLAND

1 PLATO

2 EPIKTET

3 ARISTOTELES

4 SOPHOKLES

5 EMPEDOKLES VON ACRAGA

6 PLOTIN

7 EPIKUR

8 HERAKLIT

9 DERAKLIT

10 SOKRATES

11 ARKIMEDES



Man: As it's expected it's a much more defensive line-up. Plato's in goal, Socrates is a front runner there, and Aristotle as

sweeper. Aristotle, very much the man in form. One surprise is the inclusion of Archimedes. Well, here comes the referee:

Con-Fu-Cu, Confucius and his two linesmen, St. Augustian and St. Thomas Acquinus. And as the two skippers come

together to shake hands we're ready for the start of this very exciting final.. The referee, Mr. Confucius, checks his hand...

Referee's Whistle: [Whistle]

Man: ...and...they're off! Nietzsche and Hegel there, old Jaspers ---- on the outside, Wittgenstein there with him, there's

Beckenbauer, Schelling there, Heidegger covering, Schopenhauer, and now it's the Greeks. Epikuros, we find him number six,

Aristotle, Empedokles and Deraklites, and Demokrites with him, there's Archimedes, Socrates, there he is, Socrates, Socrates

there going through...there's the ball, there's the ball. We'll be bringing you back to this exciting contest the moment anything

interesting happens.



GERMANY 0 GREECE 0





Eric Idle: Very fussable, isn't it? Very fussable.

All: Right, all right.

Graham Chapman: Good glass of Chƒteau de Chasselas, ain't just that, sire?

Terry Jones: Oh, you're right there, Obadiah.

Graham Chapman: Right.

Eric Idle: Who would have thought, thirty years ago, we'd all be sitting here drinking Chateau de Chaselet, eh?

All: Aye, aye.

Michael Palin: Them days we were glad to have the price of a cup of tea.

Graham Chapman: Right! A cup of cold tea!

Michael Palin: Right!

Eric Idle: Without milk or sugar!

Terry Jones: Or tea!

Michael Palin: In a cracked cup and all.

Eric Idle: Oh, we never used to have a cup! We used to have to drink out of a rolled-up newspaper!

Graham Chapman: The best we could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth.

Terry Jones: But you know, we were happy in those days, although we were poor.

Michael Palin: Because we were poor!

Terry Jones: Right!

Michael Palin: My old dad used to say to me: "Money doesn't bring you happiness, son!"

Eric Idle: He was right!

Michael Palin: Right!

Eric Idle: I was happier then and I had nothing! We used to live in this tiny old tumbled-down house with great big holes in

the roof.

Graham Chapman: House! You were lucky to live in a house! We used to live in one room, all twentysix of us, no furniture,

half the floor was missing, we were all huddled together in one corner for fear of falling.

Terry Jones: You were lucky to have a room! We used to have to live in the corridor!

Michael Palin: Oh, we used to dream of living in a corridor! Would have been a palace to us! We used to live in an old

watertank on a rubbish tip. We'd all woke up every morning by having a load of rotten fish dumped all over us! House, huh!

Eric Idle: Well, when I say a house, it was just a hole in the ground, covered by a sheet of tarpaulin, but it was a house to us!

Graham Chapman: We were evicted from our hole in the ground. We had to go and live in a lake!

Terry Jones: You were lucky to have a lake! There were 150 of us living in a shoebox in the middle of the road!

Michael Palin: A cardboard box?

Terry Jones: Aye!

Michael Palin: You were lucky! We lived for three months in a rolled-up newspaper in a septic tank! We used to have to go

up every morning, at six o'clock and clean the newspaper, go to work down the mill, fourteen hours a day, week in, week out,

for six pence a week, and when we got home, our dad would slash us to sleep with his belt!

Graham Chapman: Luxury! We used to have to get up out of the lake at three o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a

handful of hot grubble, work twenty hours a day at mill, for two pence a month, come home, and dad would beat us around

the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were lucky!

Terry Jones: Well, of course, we had it tough! We used to have to get up out of the shoebox in the middle of the night, and

lick the road clean with our tongues! We had to eat half a handful of freezing cold grubble, work twenty-four hours a day at

mill for four pence every six years, and when we got home, our dad would slice us in two with a breadknife!

Eric Idle: Right! I had to get up in the morning, at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, eat a lump of cold

poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill and pay millowner for permission to come to work, and when we got home,

our dad would kill us and dance about on our graves, singing Hallelujah!

Michael Palin: Aah. Are you trying to tell the young people of today that, and they won't believe you!

All: No, no they won't!





SPORTS UPDATE



Man: Well, there may be no score, but there's certainly no lack of excitement here, as you can see, Nietzsche has just been

booked for arguing with the referee. He accused Confucius of having no free will, and Confucius he say name going book, and

this is Nietszche's third booking in four games.

Whistle: [Phuiiih]

Man: And, oh, that is Karl Marx. Karl Marx is warming up, it looks as if it is going to be a substitution on the German side.

Obviously manager Martin Luther has decided on all-out attack and indeed he must, with only two minutes of the match to

go. But the big question is: Who is going to be replaced? Who is gonna come off? It could be Jaspers, Hegel or Schopenhauer.

But it's Wittgenstein! Wittgenstein ---- only last week! And here's Marx! Let's see if he can put some light in this German

attack. Evidently not. What a shame. Well, now, with just over a minute left, replay on Tuesday looks absolutely vital.

There's Archimedes, and I think he's had an idea!

Archimedes: Heureka!

Man: Archimedes out to Socrates, Socrates back to Archimedes, Archimedes out to Herakleitos, he beat Hegel, Herakleitos is

a little flick, here comes on the bardboard Socrates, Socrates is there! It is in! The Greeks are going... the Greeks are going

mad! The Greeks are going there, Socrates scores, beautiful----the Germans are disputing it! Hegel is arguing that reality is

merely a ---- ethics, Kant by the categoric imperative is holding that ultimologically possessed only in the imagination and

Marx is claiming it was off-side! But Confucius blows the final whistle...it's all over! Germany, having chanced England's

famous midfield trio Vincent, Mogalov in the semifinal, have been beaten by the odd goal! And that's it again! There it is,

Socrates, Socrates heads it in, and Leibniz somehow has no chance! And just look at those delighted Greeks! There they are,

chopper Sokrates, Empedokles, and Deraklites! What a game here! And Epikuros is there, and Sokrates, the captain who

scored what must probably be the most important goal of his career!

[Skyweir]

oh and yes .. silly me .. thats not a very rudey song .. its that other silly song that is a really big rudey one lol

[danlo]

"Rene Decartes was a drunken fart
I drink
therefore I am!"
(earthfriend posted the song in it's entirety on pg. 2, btw...)

[Skyweir]

cool!! lol .. its brilliant!! pure brilliance!!