I have been told that I have the soul of a Borscht Belt comedian. To which I always answer something along the lines of “and he’s never getting it back.”
I have been told that I have the soul of a Borscht Belt comedian.
But I think my sense of humor is usually more along the British line, rife with absurdity, sarcastic word play, self-deprecation and sexual innuendo (itself an innuendo based on word play…). Thus the time I nearly, literally, did myself an injury one night in the summer of 1975 when Channel Thirteen, the New York City PBS affiliate, began running “Monty Python’s Flying Circus.” I first saw the show just as they were beginning the “Ministry of Silly Walks” sketch.
Within a minute of sitting on my bed and turning on the little portable in my room (it was summer break), my father came running to see if I had taken sick or injured myself. He’d heard me making strange noises, and then a loud thump.
I’d been laughing so hard that I had gotten dizzy and rolled off the bed and onto the floor.
Dave VentreA hyper-annuated wannabee scientist with a lovely wife and a mountain biking problem.
The Ministry of Funny Walks.
Great! Just great. I love the image of you laughing so hard that you fell off the bed. The Pythons can do that to a person.
I love them all, but Cleese is just so physically funny. Fawlty Towers will never get old.
Love them all, even the Queen Victoria race!
Isn’t it something when your funny bone is tickled that you laugh uncontrollably? Doesn’t happen enough. A Fish Called Wanda is one of my faves.
Love this story. Pretty funny.
“Don’t talk about the war!”
Very amusing reminiscence.