I love Monty Python. Always have, always will.
The Meaning of Life was one of the first things I ever watched in English while still in High School. I’ve seen all episodes of Flying Circus more times than I can remember (and, amusingly, know them and their works waaay better than my – British – boyfriend XDD).
Their surreal, weird and entertaining antics made me laugh when I was feeling lonely. I don’t think I’d be where (and who) I am had it not been for them and Monty Python would clearly not haven been what it was without the naked guy at the piano.
Thanks for all you’ve done, Mr. J!