pure science with a splash of black cat

Happy 70th birthday, Jonesy!

(Source: luneshine)

Hello Mabel, are you able to come out today?
It’s a lovely day, won’t you come and stay?
Hello Mabel, if you’re able, slip out on your own
Leave your chaperone so we can be alone

Happy Halloween! Do the Mash!

Today is Michael Palin’s 67th birthday, which means you are going to hate me by about noon Eastern.

The Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band - “Tubas in the Moonlight”
Do Not Adjust Your Set, 1967-1969

Featuring “Comedy Capers” and David Jason’s very rude introduction.

Whoever keeps putting these on YouTube, please continue to do it. (And add “The Problems of Falling Over” while you’re at it. “This week’s guest is David Jason. Next week’s guest is David Jason. And the week after that, we’ve been lucky enough to get David Jason.”)

The Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band with Eric Idle - “Love Is a Cylindrical Piano”
Do Not Adjust Your Set, 1967-1969

Other things that should be outlawed include watching Do Not Adjust Your Set late at night. Cannot.stop.laughing. Screw you for destroying half this series, you cheap TV executives.

Why are the Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah band so popular? Why do they always appear on this program? Why do they wear such funny costumes? Why do they keep putting boot polish in my bed? What do they do it for? Why has Neil Innes got flu so I’ve got to do his bit? Why? Why are they going to play “Love Is a Cylindrical Piano”? Have they no sense of decency? Why?

Oh, look, it’s over. Am I going to bed? No, I’m putting At Last the 1948 Show in my DVD player. Because that’s totally a good idea at 10 to midnight when I have to be up at 4am.

(Also: Thin Mints? Thin Mints.)

Do Not Adjust Your Set promo photo, from Before the Flying Circus. You could try to better summarize three people’s personalities with one photo, but you would fail.

Last one because I have to save some for another highly convenient time. In which Mike demonstrates he doesn’t have Graham’s talent for looking good with a pipe in his mouth. Always know your limits.

Poor Jonesy, he never gets to do anything fun. (I love Ron Obvious, though, so I guess that’s moot.) Here he has the unenviable task of explaining that two people cannot be the Three Musketeers.