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Was John Cleese ever funny?

A review of So, Anyway…, by John Cleese. This biography is a dull, dreary compendium of pompous self-congratulation and tetchy sarcasm

1 November 2014

9:00 AM

1 November 2014

9:00 AM

So, Anyway... John Cleese

Random House, pp.424, £20, ISBN: 9781847946966

Like many of my generation I was enchanted by the surrealistic irreverence of Monty Python’s Flying Circus, until I overheard other boys — it was never girls — excitedly murdering the Parrot Sketch: ‘Ah yes, the Norwegian Blue — lovely plumage…’ This was not out of a snobbish disdain for popularity; I still loved the Beatles, after all.

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