friends, yo; can anyone either call me or make it to Mile End?
yyahey is applying for a job at Iceland
petition to ensure Alice uses the pun “I should work at Iceland because I’m cool”
Getting no work done bc grahamarthurchapman and I are too busy obsessing over a certain someone
Filipe noticed I wasn’t feeling well so retuned my ukulele (now it’s a guitar) and played Let It Go and got me to sing along aww awwww
Monty Python on the set “Meaning of life”
holy fucking shit I have roots.
I last bleached my hair less than a week ago.
VISIBLE. BLACK. ROOTS.
Last night I fulfilled the necessary Python role of Blond Pipe-Smoking Intoxicated Queer Who Is Late To The Show, gave MPayz a letter, got backstage by virtue of being a chronic sickie, and am waiting for Lizzy to wake up so she can fill me in with substantially less fuzzy details.
Michael fucking Palin, you guys.