My life has intersected with Michael Palin’s twice; twice we were in the same place at the same time. Once was at the Monty Python concert at the Hollywood Bowl, an event we shared together along with thousands of others. The first time, though, was several days before that, when MP and various Pythons and friends visited the Universal Amphitheater to see a Paul Simon concert. I worked there as an usher - in the Orchestra Pit where all the VIPs sat - and I was gobsmacked the night I saw several Pythons arrive for the concert (unexpectedly from the front of the house, not from backstage), and hand me their tickets so I could seat them.
Now, come sundown, dew could sometimes form on the chairs in that outdoor theater, so before I could allow people to sit on the upholstered vinyl seats, I had to wipe them down with a little white towel that had been issued for that purpose. The Python party found this quite funny, and they wordlessly indicated that I might also wipe down their shoes, or the sleeves of their jackets. MP pointed to his nose, and as I made a slight move as if to comply with his request, he smiled and waved me off. I never said a word to any of them, nor they to me, but I’ve always remembered that night fondly.
So I have to admit, the main reason I wanted to read this second volume of his diaries was to see if he made any mention of this encounter, or even of the Paul Simon concert. And he did! He didn’t mention me by name of course, but he did mention how clean and tidy the amphitheater was, and that it was staffed by “bright-eyed college students.” So, that included me, right? Of course it did!
I enjoyed this volume of his diaries even more than the first, despite the fact - or perhaps because of it – that it deals much less with the Pythons and much more with his personal life and personal creative journey. I hadn’t realized how many other things MP had been involved in, both as a writer and as an actor, partly because several of them were done for British TV, and as far as I can tell were never broadcast here.
To be sure, since the book is, after all, a diary, it is full of quotidian details; salad for lunch, the weather was fine. But then you find out that the salad was shared with Maggie Smith, or prepared by Jamie Leigh Curtis. And the fine weather led to a run in the park, which led to an idea for a new screenplay. Michael Palin's diaries are just always going to be much more interesting than mine. This book covers the time period from 1980 -1988, and there are many mentions of Thatcher, Reagan, bombings, strikes, and other political features of that period of history. It took me forever to finish, but when I did I was sad that it had to come to an end. Luckily there's one more volume.