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The first BBC television series: Monty Pythonâs Flying Circus (JulyâDecember 1969)
1969
Iâve opened the diary on the first day of Python filming. All the entries were written at my house in Oak Village, North London, except where otherwise noted.
Tuesday, July 8th
Today Bunn Wackett Buzzard Stubble and Boot1 came into being, with about five minutes of film being shot around Ham House. We were filming Queen Victoriaâs slapstick film with Gladstone, and the beautifully kept lawn and flower beds at the back of the house provided just the right kind of formality to play off against.
In the afternoon the changes in light from sudden brightness to dullness caused us to slow down a little, but by 6.00 we had quite a chunk of âQueen Victoria and Her Gardenerâ and âBicycle Repairmanâ done, and it had been a very good and encouraging first dayâs shooting.
Wednesday, July 9th
Arrived at TV Centre by 10.00, and was driven in a BBC car, together with John (Cleese), Graham (Chapman) and Terry (Jones), out beyond Windsor and Eton to a tiny church at Boveney. Dressed to the hilt as a young Scottish nobleman of the Walter Scott era, I was able to cash a cheque at a bank in the Uxbridge Road, without the cashier batting an eyelid.
Thursday, July 10th, Bournemouth
At Bournemouth we were met by a minivan and driven to the Durley Dean Hotel, where we were to stay that night. What with the grey weather, the lack of much to do (it was mainly Terryâs âChanging on the Beachâ film) and the gradual realisation that all Bournemouth was as drab and colourless as the Durley Dean, I felt very low all morning.
After lunch we filmed on, collecting crowds of people watching Terry take his trousers down.
Friday, July 11th, Bournemouth
In the afternoon filmed some very bizarre pieces, including the death of Genghis Khan, and two men carrying a donkey past a Butlins redcoat, who later gets hit on the head with a raw chicken by a man from the previous sketch, who borrowed the chicken from a man in a suit of armour. All this we filmed in the 80° sunshine, with a small crowd of holidaymakers watching.
John, Graham, Terry and myself took a first-class compartment and talked about Shows 4 and 5 and decided that we really had an excellent week filming. Ian Mac2 is marvellous â the best director to work for and, with a fellow Scots cameraman, Jimmy Balfour, he really gets on with it.
Wednesday, July 16th
Filming today in Barnes. The weather continues to be excellent â if anything a little too hot â 80°+ all day.
Ended up the afternoon prancing about in mouse-skins for a documentary about people who like to dress up as mice. That really made the sweat pour down the chest.
Thursday, July 24th
Met with Ian and the two Terrys at the BBC. We listened to some possible title music â finally selected Sousaâs march âThe Liberty Bellâ from a Grenadier Guards LP. Itâs very difficult to associate brass-band music with any class of people. Most enthusiasts perhaps come from north of the Trent working class, but then of course it has high patrician status and support from its part in ceremonial. So in the end it is a brass-band march which weâve chosen â because it creates such immediate atmosphere and rapport, without it being calculated or satirical or âfashionableâ.
Friday, August 1st
We have four shows completed, but apart from the two weeksâ filming in July, there has been no feeling yet of concerted effort on behalf of the show (now, incidentally, renamed Monty Pythonâs Flying Circus). However, it seems that the next two weeks will be much harder work. August 30th is our first recording date, and we have another weekâs filming starting on the 18th. Time is getting shorter. [Filming would be done on location, to provide scenes for insertion when the show was recorded with an audience in the studio.]
Sunday, August 3rd
John C rang up in the morning to ask if I felt like working in the afternoon, so I ended up in Knightsbridge about 3.00. Itâs funny, but when one has written in partnership almost exclusively for the last three years, as Terry and I have done, and I suppose John and Graham as well, it requires quite an adjustment to write with somebody different. Terry and I know each otherâs way of working so well now â exactly what each one does best, what each one thinks, what makes each of us laugh â that when I sat down to write with John there was a momentâs awkwardness, slight embarrassment, but it soon loosened up as we embarked on a saga about Hitler (Hilter), Von Ribbentrop (RonVibbentrop) and Himmler (Bimmler) being found in a seaside guest house. We do tend to laugh at the same things â and working with John is not difficult â but there are still differences in our respective ways of thinking, not about comedy necessarily, which mean perhaps that the interchange of ideas was a little more cautious than it is with Terry. However, by the time I left, at 7.15, we had almost four minutesâ worth of sketch written.
Tuesday, August 5th
Another workday at Ericâs.3 A good morning, but then a rather winey lunch. That is the trouble with working at John or Ericâs â both are surrounded by a very good selection of restaurants, temptingly easy to go to.
Wednesday, August 6th
Terry and I are determined to make this a really productive day. We work on till 8.00, finishing our big âThemâ saga. An 85% success day. Very satisfying â and we really worked well together.
Monday, August 18th
Started off for the TV Centre in some trepidation, for this was the first dayâs filming (and, in fact, the first dayâs working) with John Howard Davies, our producer for the first three shows. [They had already done some filming on location with Ian MacNaughton.] John has an unfortunate manner at first â rather severe and school-prefectish â but he really means very well. He consulted us all the way along the line and took our suggestions and used nearly all of them. He also worked fast and by the end of the day we had done the entire âConfuse-a-Catâ film, a very complicated item, and we had also finished the âSupermanâ film. All this was helped by an excellent location â a back garden in a neat, tidy, completely and utterly âtamedâ piece of the Surrey countryside â Edenfield Gardens, Worcester Park.
Thursday, August 21st, Southwold
Out to Covehithe, where we filmed for most of the day. The cliffs are steep and crumbling there and the constant movement of BBC personnel up and down probably speeded coastal erosion by a good few years.
Mother and Father turned up during the morning and appeared as crowd in one of the shots.
In the afternoon heavy dark clouds came up and made filming a little slower. We ended up pushing a dummy newsreader off the harbour wall, and I had to swim out and rescue this drifting newsreader, so it could be used for another shot.
Saturday, August 23rd
In the afternoon I went over to the TV Centre for a dubbing session. Everyone was there, including Terry Gilliam, who has animated some great titles â really encouraging and just right â and Ian MacNaughton, short-haired and violent. He seems now to have dropped all diplomatic approval of John HD, and is privately cursing him to the skies for not shooting all the film he was supposed to. I think this sounds a little harsh, as the weather was twice as bad with John as with Ian.
Thursday, August 28th
This morning rehearsed [in the studio] in front of the technical boys. Not an encouraging experience. I particularly felt rather too tense whilst going through it.
Watched the final edited film for the first show. A most depressing viewing. The âQueenVictoriaâ music was completely wrong, and the Lochinvar film4 was wrong in almost every respect â editing and shooting most of all.
Terry and I both felt extremely low, but John Howard Davies, relishing, I think, the role of saviour, promised to do all he could to change the music on âVictoriaâ.
Saturday, August 30th
The first recording day. Fortunately Fridayâs fears did not show themselves, so acutely. From the start of the first run [i.e. a rehearsal on the sets] the crew were laughing heartily â the first really good reaction weâve had all week. The sets were good, John kept us moving through at a brisk pace and our fears of Thursday night proved unfounded when âLochinvarâ got a very loud laugh from the crew. In the afternoon we had two full-dress runthroughs, and still had half an hour left of studio time [before recording the show with an audience].
Barry Took5 won the audience over with his warm-up and, at 8.10, Monty Pythonâs Flying Circus was first launched on a small slice of the British public in Studio 6 at the Television Centre. The reception from the start was very good indeed, and everybody rose to it â the performances being the best ever. The stream-of-consciousness links worked well, and when, at the end, John and I had to redo a small section of two Frenchmen talking rubbish, it went even better.
The diary almost buckles under the weight of writing, filming and recording. My resolve weakens and the 1960s slip away without another entry. How could I miss the creation of the Spanish Inquisition and âSilly Walksâ? To be honest, because at the time neither I, nor any of us, I think, saw Python as a living legend, pushing back the barriers of comedy. We were lightly paid writer-performers trying to make a living in a world where Morecambe and Wise, Steptoe and Son and Till Death Us Do Part were the comedy giants. Monty Pythonâs Flying Circus was a fringe show, shouting from the sidelines.