MY WIFE HAS MUTINIED. CONTRARY TO ALL MARITIME REGULATIONS SHE HAS MANAGED TO SMUGGLE SHOPPING ONTO OUR TIGHTLY STOCKED SHIPS. I TOLD YOU THAT WOMEN’S AIM IN LIFE IS TO BURDEN YOU WITH THEIR BAGGAGE. NOW SHE HAS ignored my strict instructions from Las Vegas that there would be no room on the bus to ship anything to L.A., and leaned on Skip and Scott to squeeze two occasional tables into our tightly packed hold. If she wasn’t so goddamn attractive I’d have her flogged; except she’d kick the shit out of me. Now she blatantly taunts me on the phone telling me she wants “to table a discussion” about it.
“I’m sorry,” she says, “if I have turned the tables on you!”
Mutiny and taunting!
Jen was getting sentimental last night on the bus after the show but all adventures have to come to an end, and this one is ending nicely with the high spots of Vegas, the beauty of the beach at San Luis Obispo, the morning desert here in Arizona and the roll up into L.A., for our final gig at the Henry Fonda Theater.
In two days I will be home. I spoke with my daughter and we are both happy about this. My wife tells me she “absolutely adores me.” Actually to be honest she is really only winding me up again for her words are, “I think I should put my cards on the table and admit that I adore you!”
I received a letter one day from an elderly lady who wrote this: “I was listening to the radio and I heard one of the Monty Python boys, I don’t know which one it was, confess that he was a homosexual. It says in the Bible—in Leviticus—that if a man lieth with another man he shall be taken out and stoned. ” So I wrote back to her and thanked her for her letter, and said we’d found out who it was, and we’d taken him out and stoned him!
Actually Graham was pretty stoned a lot of the time….