Fjord Moose: Fantastic show, wonderful company and a very kind gesture.

In my voice? Shit. You can't hear me...can you?

I'd so shag him.

I'd shag everyone.

Well you ain't shagging me, young lady, but yes, I can hear you. What was it like just looking up and seeing him there, the real him. Hmmm, wait a minute, was it the real him? How do you know?

Well funny you should say that Fan. Some 'friend' of mine on facebook messaged me privately saying my friend Ben doesn't think that's really John Cleese and he's a massive Python fan' . Lol. What bone heads.

Yes. Indeed.

Amen.

Lost my poster...cannot find pictures.

Really Zelda? That can't be!

Zelda, are you on Facebook?

Zelda, Turkish got some pictures, but said he won't be able to email them until he gets back from his trip, which won't be for weeks. I did see that he got a good picture of me with John and Garry.

It was thrill to see him, and I got a hug, and I hope to God someone got a photo of that, because whether he means to or not, he gives really incredible hugs. The energy he gives off is like nothing I've experienced from anyone else, and I'm not just saying that because I've had a crush on him all these years. It really was quite extraordinary and overwhelming. As I expected.

I'd heard every single story he told at least 3 or 4 times before. Though in the story about the suitcase "bomb" at the Glen Eagles hotel, it's always been Eric's suitcase. He said it was his this time. *That's* how well I know the stories. Seen all the clips (own most of the DVDs) and photos, too. But the moment he walked out on stage, and there he was, and it was him, and OMG, it's really him just (A-1, B-2...) 16 rows away and right in front of me (THANK YOU, GARRY, FOR GIVING ME THE BEST SEAT IN THE HOUSE), it felt like the top of my head just kind of lifted off and floated away. I was so stunned the whole night I don't remember half the stuff that happened.

And yes, after that, I felt like I could do anything. I felt like I could sing in the streets, and stay up all night drinking, and walk the 3 miles back to my B&B at 12:30am and maybe jump across the English channel in a single bound and land neatly in a chair in a little outdoor cafe just as the waiter comes to take my order. It was *that* good!

I did walk back to my B&B at 12:30am, or rather, I floated back. The only time I remember my feet being on the ground was when I went behind someone's stone wall to pee, because I'd had a lot of alcohol and hadn't been to pee for about 8 hours. (Dear home owner on Banbury Road: I do apologize. Frightfully American of me to pee in your shrubberies.) I got back around 1:30am, flush with adrenalin, alcohol, drizzle, and sweat, and fell asleep smiling. And woke up 3 hours later smiling. And woke up 3 hours after that still smiling, and ready to face the day.

No, I didn't mind hearing them again, because like I said, there he was, live, right in front of me! He could have been giving a dramatic reading of the Oxford telephone directory and I would have been just as thrilled.

I still say that even if we hadn't met John, it would have still been an extraordinary afternoon and evening, because you all are such wonderful people, and we had such fun.

You were clearly his favorite, Possum.

I am not jeolous of anyone, but, do envy Gsrry's position,even though Garry is pretty nice himself. I am extremly flattered and overwhelmed by this whole experience of the past 4/5 years, that someone so instrumental in changing people's attitudes in a time of "social revolution" would continue to
sponser our little group...I lived the 60's and 70's and believe me, The Pythons were very gentle and balancing in that period of turmoil.. Silliness in place of hatred and war. They -he- were one of the most positive aspects of the times whether outsiders believe it or not! The world was tumultuous and it was difficult to find something decent and wholsesome to hold onto in the pop culture (Not considering family, life, church). The drug culture was insideous, the sexual revolution terrifying, the Vietnam war stupifying. To have somthing to grab onto as silly walks, fish slapping, puns, huns and Fawlty was a lifesaver for many.

Yes, John Cleese...we love you! We appreciate you! But most of all we Thank you, for carrying on and giving us what you have been gifted with. Thanks.

I don't think he has a favourite. We're all equal and we all come as part of a package. So he's not allowed a favourite. Unless it's me.

Yes, these aspects were represented, but very gently in the overall scheme of things.

Yes, MrsT, you forgot one thing: masturbation.

Yes, golf was good.

And football.

... With a melon?!

dammnit

I can only watch you with, my nose pressed up against, the window pane.....

six month later...what a six months.

No, it's 8 months now.

And this will be still be the new forum!

The new forum is up and running! Come take a peek! Just go to John's New Forum and create an account for yourself.