Theres a dull, hollow pain in my left ventricle. I am tense, jumpy, hairtrigger irritable. And this is because bloody Sarnath Banerjee, using his peerless scamster/schmoozer skills, somehow convinced me to lend him my Monty Python DVDs. Strongly suspect I will call him once every five minutes today to find out how they are. Note: If anyone comments on this post, saying ‘But you never lent ME anything! But you never lend anyone anything!’ I will hunt you down and kill you.
Should I call him now? Its 8 in the morning.
I just copy the dvd for friends, or hold screenings. Wouldn’t want my priced collection of Kurosawa (and Python) dvds to be Homer Simpson’d.
Mr. Basu, Anangbhai – I’m in the market. WHERE does one get Monty Python DVDs? Copies cholbe …
Ducky, may I copy them on to my hard disk when next in Delhi?
not if you call me ducky. anyone who wants to get anywhere near my dvds has to call me mr. duck at the very least
But you never lent ME anything! But you never lend anyone anything!
(Ok, ok, you lent me a P G Wodehouse once but refused to repeat the sterling performance ever again in spite of much cajoling, threats and bribes. Know now that you love Sarnath more. Sigh! Tell me why I should go on living)