Pouring My Art Out

Our seats were one row back from the stage. I could see John Cleese’s nose hairs!

I could almost touch the stage with my foot.

Oh yeah, there is my blue wristband. That is going to come up later, so pay attention. I am going to do a lot of posts about how I first talked to Eric Idle, how I ended up getting to meet him, and I have also decided to repost every funny Photoshop picture I ever did for him… along with all the Trump ones, although not in the same posts, obviously… which means I will have to explain why I did so many pictures for Mr. Idle in the first place.

So buckle up, kiddies, it is gonna get strange around here.