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Michael Edward Palin, CBE, PRGS (born 5 May 1943) is an English comedian, actor, writer and television presenter best known for being one of the members of the comedy group Monty Python and for his travel documentaries In 1966 he married Helen Gibbins, whom he first met in 1959 on holiday in Southwold in Suffolk.

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If he was funny enough, I would I tell him. How funny? You mean funny ha ha, not funny peculiar, I suppose? Of course? Who you like, he ask me. Let me guess, Monty Python? I already told you, I say. Which one you like the best, he ask me? Let me guess, Michael Palin. How you know, I say? Which one you? John Cleese I think, but I like the Goons too, but you know what is funny? No, what, I say? Dad didn't find the Goons amusing at all. He just couldn't get past the name, goons, because thats what the prisoners called the Nazi guards. That sounds a bit harsh, I said. Yes, it was very hard times for them during the war he said. they couldn't forget it or the futility of Hitler's dream. You like Pole to Pole too, he asked? Sure, I say, but we don't get much British humour here in the states.
There was a silence, then he came back. What's bothering you babe? I'm worred about my mom, I said. What happened? Well I came home, and she was eating pudding and had a glass of purple stuff. I think it was metho.


No, I don't, how are they? Well, you know, he said. They are very concerned and protective about their daughters. We're not Italian, I told him.
My friend at school who had a mother, who one day hopped in the Mercedes to go out for more sherry, but instead of turning right, at a fork in teh drive, turned left, then turned right and went straight down a bank. What happened, I asked. Well fortunately she was wearing her gumboots, so didn't ruin her shoes walking up the grass to the track.
Is that what you call it in New Zealand? Metholated spirits, he confirmed. Methyl alcohol, they put the purple colour in it to stop people drinking it. you think that's what she's doing? I wouldn't worry too much. You know what a bee she has in her bonnet about cleanliness, she was probably going to use it to flame the bench top. That's what she said, I said, but I'm not sure. What about the pudding? Nothing wrong with a bit of pudding. Was it Christmas Pudding? Yes, I said. There you go then he said. I sent to her, did she like it? She must have, she ate the whole thing, I said, the wrapping paper was still on the table. She didn't save me any. No, she'll be fine, he said, probably just didn't want you putting on weight. You know how Italian women are.

That was lucky, I said. Could have been worse, he agreed. What you been up to lately, I asked?

Not a lot he say. When I was going in to town the other day I bumped into Singh, a bloke I met in 2008, and had a talk to him, but when I was following him into town, he ran out of petrol. Did you have any, I asked? Not apart from what was in teh tank, he said, so I had to give him a lift home to get a plastic petrol container, then back to the car. To tell the truth I was a little annoyed. Why was that, I asked? Because that sort of thing is always happening to him, and I never know if it is deliberate or accidental. But you enjoyed meeting him anyway? Yes, he's a Major, and an Indian who speaks Mandarin, Cantonese and one of the Pakistani languages, Urdu, probably. How was he? Good, trying to find work, he said.

What the hell is tennis doing here again? I ask him? If you ever do anything in your life gaga, please never betray me like Maria Sharapova has. Hell has a special place made for that woman. If you want to know more, read the shocking Sharapova Secrets, he said.
pov "Victoria is extremely solid
and makes you work for every point," Sharapova said. "She's really fit,
as well, and you can sense she's playing with a lot of confidence when
she's moving around the court and hitting the ball. She really forces
you to want to do more than you either should or would want to.
"I just made too many unforced errors at the wrong times. I wasn't solid enough. "
vozas Maria was just blasting her
shots down the middle and Vika was getting everything back, deep. She
wasn't getting any short balls to work with.
Next time they play (probably the Miami final again), Maria needs to go
for a winner on the third shot. Create the angle as soon as possible
'cause Victoria ALWAYS plays to the open space, and starts moving her
around, wider and wider, and for someone as slow as Maria, chances are
she'll get a shorter ball before Sharapova does.
I think the match-up issues are pretty obvious.






