I was right: watching monty Python live on DVD didn’t even compare to watching them in the flesh up at the dome. Yet last night, having gone to buy a new DVD player in Woolwich, I was glad I did. Not only did it refresh my memory, but, of course, I was able to get more out of it through a second viewing. My studies in both film and literature teaches me that one should never adress a text just once. Thus late last night saw me on the sofa howling my head of, yet also remembering that fabulous night, and trying to spot myself in the audience.
This morning, though, sees me on the sofa again, worrying about a completely different set of jokers. The March of ukip is more frightening than any killer bunny, and what stands to happen in Rochester tonight concerns me very much indeed. We have a group of people with a simplistic, xenophobic worldview, who, by grouping together to call themselves a political party, seem to have completely hijacked the politics and mindset of the country. It would be funny if it wasn’t so sickening and stupid; how I wish Professor Hawking would come and run that twit Farage over.