Remarkable bird, magnificent plumage. So as some of you may or may not know, (surviving) members of Monty Python are having yet another reunion (they must have run out of money again). And to promote the main event, a live performance... somewhere, sculptor Iain Prendergast, in reference to the iconic dead pining parrot sketch, created a massive fiberglass dead resting parrot and plopped it unceremoniously on the bank of the river Thames in London, where it now lays, pining for the fjords. But rest assured, it is not dead, its total lack of movement is due to it being tired and shagged out after a long squawk. And to all of you claiming it has passed on, is no more, has ceased to be, has expired and gone to meet his maker, that he is a stiff, bereft of life, rests in peace, his metabolic processes now history, that he's off the twig, kicked the bucket, shuffled off this mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the choir invisible, that it is, in a nutshell, an ex parrot I assure you, he is merely stunned after being dropped on the head. Norwegian Blues stun easily. Look: If it weren't nailed to the perch it would be pushing up the daisies! And in case we haven't beaten the dead parrot enough, here's the offending original sketch in its entiriety: And now it's time to stop this as it is altogether far too silly. Saucer.