Los Angeles. January 2003

Steve Martin says that the problem with fiction is you’ll be happily reading a book, and all of a sudden it turns into a novel. You should hear the way he says that. “It goes all novelly.”   He’s a hoot, Steve. He cracks me up. It’s the way he says things. “Alllll novelly.” But it’s true isn’t it?   That is the problem with novels. They are so palpably fiction. Maybe we’re a bit sick of plots with stories and characters, the usual bull. Oh she’s going to end up in bed with him. He’s going to do it with her. They’re all going to run away and join the navy… After all we’ve been reading books for centuries and watching movies and TV for years, and we’ve sat through hundreds and thousands of tales by the time we’re adults, so we know all about plot twists, and sudden reversals of fortune, and peripeteia  and all that Aristotelian shit they cram into you at college. But real life doesn’t have a plot, does it? It just kinda rambles on.

So that’s what I set out to write. A reality novel. A novel about a Hollywood writer who is writing a novel about a Hollywood writer writing a novel about Hollywood.

Wait, it’s more than that. I did that just to make you laugh. I am a gag writer. I can never resist a cheap laugh. It has cost me dearly.

I’m calling my novel The Writer’s Cut. It’s a Post Ironic title, because it’s something you’re never going to see. No one ever releases a movie that is the Writer’s cut. They’d sooner put out the Caterers’ cut or the Craft Services’ cut, or the Valet Parkers’ cut. We’re in the Post Ironic age. With Reality TV we have gone way beyond irony. Same with politics. We’ve got a clown in the White House and nobody laughs.

The Writer’s Cut is going to be very contemporary, in structure, in style and in content, with heavy sex scenes, natch, because that’s what sells today. I am going to put myself in my novel of course. That’s what people do these days. Like everyone else I want to be a star. I want to be on television and hold up the cover of my book. Why not?   Some people want to climb Mount Everest, some people want to dress up as chickens and wrestle. It’s all good in the Post Ironic age.

It isn’t going to be a long book. Long books are over. Long books don’t sell. We live in the age of the sound bite. Short, sharp, bittersweet. It’s a tittle-tattle tale of life on the streets and between the sheets of Hollywood, with lots of sex and stars. Quite scandalous in fact. I’m taking one or two liberties with the truth, of course, because a writer’s life isn’t that interesting.

Got up. Wrote. Had a crap. Wrote. Went back to bed. Got up. Wrote. Had a headache. Couldn’t think of anything. Drank.

Actually a writer’s life isn’t at all interesting, though I did once get my girlfriend Tish to pose naked for me while I was writing. Why should only painters have nude models, right?   I figured a writer’s model might help me write something extraordinary. So Tish slipped off all her clothes and laid her long beautiful body back on a sofa while I turned on my laptop.

I got nothing written.

I guess painters have more discipline.

What About Dick?

               A Comedy for Comedians

                              By Eric Idle

with Music and Lyrics by John Du Prez and Eric Idle

The play is narrated by a Piano (Eric Idle) which tells the story of Dick (Russell Brand) the undergraduate nephew of Aunt Maggie (Tracey Ullman) an amateur dipsomaniac and fan of The American Happy Boy, a new gadget which helps relieve female hysteria.

In a flashback Sergeant Ken Russell (Jim Piddock) of The Royal Scots Gays, a cross-dressing British regiment sent to guard the back passage to India, tells the story of a mysterious Piano found by Lord Darling (Tim Curry) on patrol in Shagistan in 1898 following the invention of a little rubber toy by Deepak Rushdie Obi Ben Kingsley (Eddie Izzard), which he predicts will make males sexually redundant and the Hudson Rubber Company a fortune.

On the eve of Drag Night, the head of the British Rubber Company is found murdered and partially chewed. During the Ball the British are attacked and massacred by the Shagnasties, leaving only three survivors: Deepak, the Piano and Sgt Russell who has been entrusted with a last request from Lord Darling, but who, in the violent confusion of the battle, has lost his memory and forgotten what he promised.

Meanwhile in England in 1910 the Reverend Whoopsie (Tim Curry) finds the very same Piano on a beach in Norfolk and decides to give it to The Working Classes, whom he adores. Next night a very handsome working class boy, Leonard Bastard, (Russell Brand) though a useless pianist, wins the piano, much to the annoyance of Dick’s cousin Helena (Sophie Winkleman), who steals the Piano by diverting the delivery cart to Kensington.

Pursued by Lennie and Enid (Tracey Ullman) his awful wedded wife, The Bastards demand the return of the Piano. Enid recognises Henry Hudson (Eddie Izzard), a married Rubber Ware Salesman whom Helena’s sister Emma (Jane Leeves) is in love with. In an unfortunate scene Enid reveals she is an Ass Reader, and in a touching duet with Lennie, they sing of the great benefits of Ass-trology.

The Police arrive in the person of Inspector McGuffin (Billy Connolly) a virtually incomprehensible Scottish sleuth, who demands the return of the Piano. As a favour to Emma, Henry Hudson hides the Piano by sending it to Trevor Howard’s End, his country cottage in Norfolk, and offering Leonard Bastard a job in his accountancy department. He invites Emma for the weekend but next day she is surprised on the train by Whoopsie, Aunt Maggie, Helena and Dick who have all come along to chaperone her. Despite this, Emma is intimate with Mr Hudson, but sadly they are interrupted by his wife dying loudly, something we learn she does every day.

The visitors pass an idyllic afternoon in the countryside, Mr. Hudson poisoning rats, Helena playing the Piano while the others take walks and look at the farm machinery, until Dick is discovered missing. Still absent at Dinner time they wonder whether to call the Police when Inspector McGuffin arrives accusing Helena of stealing the Piano. Leonard Bastard arrives in the nick of time to say he has given Helena the Piano in gratitude for the job she has arranged. In a Scottish musical interlude Inspector McGuffin sings an incomprehensible Scottish ballad about a Lonely Trout, before being asked to get on with it. He reveals that Dick has been attacked in the woods and is in a coma and cannot speak.  He may remain in his coma for months. Whoopsie says there is only one thing to do: they must all go to Italy at once….

After a song about Italia! they arrive in Florence at the Pensione Berlusconi to be welcomed by Signor Berlusconi (Eddie Izzard) who gives them a room with no view and is extremely rude to the Piano movers (Jim Piddock and Eric Idle). Helena is excited by the arrival of her Piano, and the sudden appearance of Leonard Bastard, who has walked all the way to Italy to see her. Shockingly they begin to play a duet, a married man of the working classes playing unchaperoned Beethoven in public with a young unmarried middle class girl, to the scandal and chagrin of Whoopsie and Aunt Maggie.   Obviously they must all come home at once.

Meanwhile Hudson reveals to Emma that his wife is really dead, accidentally poisoned by rat poison, the Rubber Company is bankrupt thanks to Leonard Bastard speculating against the price of rubber, and he must leave immediately to become a Butler in the West Country.   Since he has given her an Emotion, Emma (Jane Leeves) decides to join him as a Housekeeper.

Dick recovers his memory when it is learned that Aunt Maggie is his mother by Lord Darling, and they hasten to find the Ass Reader, only to find too late she has been murdered by the Houndsditch Mutilator.

At Darling Hall, Lord Darling announces to Hudson, now his Butler, that there is to be a Nazi Party that weekend. The Countess von Kunst (Tracey Ullman) arrives and demands a Piano. Hudson is surprised by the sudden arrival of the Piano, and the appearance of Deepak and the others. The Countess is about to sing a Nazi song when Inspector McGuffin arrives to arrest Hudson for mass murder.   Emma is pregnant, the Butler is hanged, Lennie and Helena are married and have lots of little Bastards while the Piano is bought by Elton John and plays on his greatest hit, which in conclusion they now all sing.  So the play ends, if not well, at least finally…

Eric Idle

Good Night Robin

G       F#7     G

Good night Robin

A7

Thanks for all the laughs

D7

Thanks for all the fun you brought

G                    #  Am7     D7

And all those silly photographs

G     F#7         G

Goodnight Robin

A7

Forever in your debt

D7

For the love you made us feel

G       #        G

We never will forget

C                                                                                                                     G

And though we’ll never know just why you felt you had to go we’ll always miss you

C                                                                                                                        G     #   Am D7

And though we wonder why you made us cry we say goodbye and wish that we could kiss you

G       F#7     G

Good night Robin

A7

Thanks for all the fun

D7

Thanks for all the laughs you brought

G           #    Am7     D7

And all the funny things you done

G         F#7     G

Goodnight Robin

A7

It’s hateful that you’ve gone

D7                                                                               G

But we’re grateful for that fateful day you came along

#             G

Goodnight old pal.

1. c) Eric Idle.   Rutsongs. September 16, 2014

I noticed that with Python we used to be icons but this year it appears we have become legends.  So I have decided to keep a diary which wrestles with the intimate problems of being a legend.

Monday.          Got up.  Was a legend.  Had breakfast.  Went back to bed.

Tuesday.         Got up.  Still a legend.  Fed dog.  Went back to bed.

Wednesday.    Exhausted from being a legend.   Stayed in bed.

Thursday.        Wife said you’re not a legend, you’re just a lazy old bastard.

Friday.             Decided to look for new wife.

Saturday.         Remembered John Cleese.   Changed mind about new wife.   Cheaper to stay with the old one.

Sunday:           Tired of being a legend.  It’s exhausting.  I looked in the bathroom mirror and it appears fame has gone to my ass.

Monday.          On the Drew Carey Show.  Thought it was going to be Ferguson.  Somebody said you’re not a legend, you’re not even funny now piss off back to England.

Tuesday          Have decided to stop being a legend as I’m becoming the sort of person I would avoid….