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….

Comments are closed