Spamalot: my favourite scene

Went to see Spamalot! in Cambridge last week. Very good for a touring production, if perhaps not quite up to the standards set by the considerably higher-budget performances I’d seen in the West End and, ahem, Las Vegas. Anyway, here’s my favourite bit of dialogue. Very Pythonesque. The cast recording CD is great, but doesn’t have any of the dialogue, so we’ll have to hope for a Spamalot! DVD one day if we’re to ever re-live the performance.

Scene: on the back of the stage – a castle. In the front – a man, Dennis, with very dirty clothes, kneeling over the ground, and we can’t see his face. King Arthur and Patsy are riding toward him.

Arthur: Old woman…

Dennis Galahad (revealing his face): Man!

Arthur: Man, sorry. (Point towards the castle) What knight lives at that castle over there?

Dennis Galahad: I’m twenty seven.

Arthur: What?

Dennis Galahad: I’m not old!

Arthur: Well, I can’t just call you ‘man’.

Dennis (angrily): Well, you could say ‘Dennis’!

Arthur: I didn’t know you are called Dennis.

Dennis: Well you didn’t bother to find out, did you?

Arthur: Look, I’m sorry about the old woman thing, but really from behind you looked…

Dennis: What I’m objecting to is you automatically treating me like an inferior.

Arthur: Well I AM king.

Dennis: Oh, king, eh? Very nice. And did you get that? By exploiting the workers! By hanging on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the social and economic differences in our society! If there’s EVER going to be any progress…

Dennis’s mother (enters the stage and coming toward him): Dennis, there’s a lot of good mud over there. (Notices Arthur and Patsy) Oh, how do you do?

Arthur: How do you do, good lady?

(Dennis’s mother stops, noticing he is a good looking King)

Dennis’s mother: Oh, how do you do? I’m Mrs Galahad, widowed mother of Dennis. (Walks towards Arthur) Now dropped dead last Tuesday, which does leaved me sadly available.

Arthur: I’m Arthur, king of the Britons.

Dennis’s mother: King of the who?

Arthur: The Britons.

Dennis’s mother: Who are the Britons?

Arthur: Well, we all are. We’re all Britons and I am your king.

Dennis’s mother: I didn’t know we had a king. I thought we were an autonomous collective.

Dennis: You’re fooling yourself. We’re living in a dictatorship, A self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes…

Dennis’s mother: There you are, bringing class into it again…

Dennis: That’s what it’s all about. If only…

Arthur: Please, please good people. I am in haste. Who is your lord?

Dennis’s mother: We don’t have a lord.

Dennis: We’re an anarcho-syndicalist commune, we take it in turns to act as a sort of executive officer for the week.

Arthur: Yes.

Dennis: But all the decisions of that officer…

Arthur: Yes, I see.

Dennis: …must be approved at a bi-weekly meeting by a simple majority in the case of purely internal affairs…

Arthur: Be quiet!

Dennis: …but a two-thirds majority …

Arthur: Be quiet! I order you to be quiet!

Dennis’s mother: Order, eh? Who does he think he is?

Arthur: I am your king!

Dennis’s mother: Well, I didn’t vote for you.

Arthur: You don’t vote for kings.

Dennis’s mother: Well, so how did you become a king, then?

Arthur: Well, I’ll tell you. (Music starts) One day, as I was riding forth from Camelot, I saw a lady in the lake…

Dennis: Dead? (The music stops)

Arthur: No, not dead. She was the lady of the lake! She lives in the lake.

Dennis: What, in the water?

Arthur: Yes.

(Dennis nods to his mother, pointing at Arthur and then making a sign with his hand which means he thinks Arthur is being drinking)

Arthur (The music continues): She appeared to me, out of the bosom of the water, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur, to signify by Divine Providence… (He takes out his sword and rises it high) that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur!

Patsy: Excalibur!

Background singing voice: Excalibur!
(The music stops, Arthur returns the sword)

Arthur: And that’s why I’m your king.

Dennis (Rises and walking toward Arthur): Listen, strange women lying in ponds, distributing swords is no basis of a system of government! Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.

Arthur: It’s not an ordinary sword. How many swords do you know, that have their own names?

(Dennis stares at him)
Dennis: You can’t expect to wield supreme executive power just ’cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!

Arthur: Be quiet!

Dennis: If I said I was an Emperor because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, people would put me away!

Arthur: You think I would make that up?

Dennis: Soggy old blondes with their backs lying in ponds…

Arthur: Since you don’t believe me, if I prove to you that the lady of the lake exists, will you join my army and enlist as a knight?

Dennis: Oh, sure, if she exists I’ll join any bloody army. For the tooth fairy I’ll join the navy.

Arthur: Very well, watch this. (music starts as he speaks) Oh, lady of the lake, please reveal to this doubting Thomas…

Dennis: Dennis! (His mother nods)

Arthur: Please reveal to this doubting Dennis that you are real.

(Behind disbelieving Dennis and his mother the lake start to light in blue. Dennis doesn’t notice it but his mother does. Then a hole is being opened and out coming the lady of the lake, surrounded by her laker girls. Dennis notices her and running to the side of the stage)

Dennis (scared): Oh! Blimey!

Big upload speed increase from Virgin Media cable internet

Nice: Virgin Media cable internet just gave us considerably faster upload speeds as part of the deal. This is quite useful, as I’m finding myself using DropBox more and more to backup and transfer stuff, and I can see that trend continuing. Anyway, just to show what’s happened, here’s the latest internet speed test from speedtest.net:

That was done mid-afternoon, so things should be towards the top end, before the children in the neighbourhood all get home from school and start wasting their time on YouTube. Here’s a test I did in the evening (ugh!) a few weeks ago:

…and here’s how it performed at its previous prime time, in the morning, just after we had the 50Mb broadband upgrade last year:

I think 42Mb/sec downloads and 4.8Mb/sec uploads during the day will keep me happy for a while to come, although Virgin Media are rolling out 100Mb/sec broadband as I write, and people in Ely apparently have it now, whereas there’s no date for Cambridge yet, and I’m not holding my breath for it to arrive before the end of the year.

Album of the Year so far

The Fake Album Art idea has been around in its current form for at least a couple of years now, but it never ceases to amuse, and it’s been enjoying a revival on Facebook recently, so the young people tell me. Anyway, I couldn’t start work today without having a go. I’d buy this, wouldn’t you? It’s Junctional Epidermolysis Bullosa Gravis’ tenth album in eighteen years, and although it’s a long way from the Glastonbury-headlining early years, Factors To A Happy Marriage deserves more widespread recognition than it’s likely to get in 2011. The single 74-minute instrumental chronicles Junctional’s stormy five-year relationship with his (now ex-) wife, the poet Joanna Barnsley, and will, I suspect, move many long-term fans to tears.

To make your own Fake Album, go to “explore the last seven days” on Flickr and copy the third image. Go to “Random Quotations” and copy the last four or five words of the very last quote of the page as your album title. Finally, go to a random Wikipedia article to get the name of your band.