St. George's Day; or Clippoty Clop, Bang Yer Nuts!
Tonight I got to see Terry Gilliam and Terry Jones prance around with coconuts on a stage in front of Lord Nelson's Column in Trafalgar Square, with the cast of Spamalot and 4, 300 people with coconuts. FAN-fucking-TASTIC!
The City of London was trying to break the world record, set in NYC a few years ago, for the largest gathering of people singing and playing coconuts to "Look on the Brighter Side of Life." They were expecting about 2,000 people, but I'd guess there was well over 5,000. They ran out of coconuts around the 4,300 mark, but I managed to weasel my way to literaly the last set. Monty Python must be the official religion of England, otherwise I really cannot explain why 5,000 people chose to come to the square on a cloudy Monday evening to play the coconuts. It was ridiculous seeing all the venerable, white haired, bespoke suited business men walking around clapping their coconuts in anticipation for the singalong. Really, what the hell?? Only in London, and thank god, because I love love love it.
We sat around on the steps in front of the National Gallery, and watched the Holy Grail with 2000 other drunk, coconut clapping Britons. There was a texan sitting behind us and we shared our bags of crisps with her in exchange for her chocolates. We did not share the Strongbows I picked up at Tesco though. Drinking in a public venue: check for me! Heeh.
The City of London was trying to break the world record, set in NYC a few years ago, for the largest gathering of people singing and playing coconuts to "Look on the Brighter Side of Life." They were expecting about 2,000 people, but I'd guess there was well over 5,000. They ran out of coconuts around the 4,300 mark, but I managed to weasel my way to literaly the last set. Monty Python must be the official religion of England, otherwise I really cannot explain why 5,000 people chose to come to the square on a cloudy Monday evening to play the coconuts. It was ridiculous seeing all the venerable, white haired, bespoke suited business men walking around clapping their coconuts in anticipation for the singalong. Really, what the hell?? Only in London, and thank god, because I love love love it.
We sat around on the steps in front of the National Gallery, and watched the Holy Grail with 2000 other drunk, coconut clapping Britons. There was a texan sitting behind us and we shared our bags of crisps with her in exchange for her chocolates. We did not share the Strongbows I picked up at Tesco though. Drinking in a public venue: check for me! Heeh.