Pining for the Fjoooooords?

Monty Python is one of my favorite shows of all time. Back in the 70's, when I was a wee lad, one of the naughty things to do would be to watch the Pythons on Sunday might on the local PBS stations. I don't think my mom was too upset about my watching it, but even back then, I realized it was racy.

Life imitates art. John Palmer links to a Toronto Globe and Mail article (third story from the top) about a man who is suing a pet shop for selling him a dying parrot.

An indignant Israeli is suing a pet shop that he says sold him a dying parrot, reports the Ma'ariv newspaper. Itzik Simowitz of the southern city of Beersheba contends the shop cheated him because the Galerita-type cockatoo not only failed to utter a word when he got it home, but was also extremely ill. Mr. Simowitz adds that the shop owner assured him the parrot was not ill but merely needed time to adjust to its new environment.

Maybe the exchange went like this:

(in a Cockney accent)

owner: 'e's resting.

customer: 'e's not resting. e's dead! e's no mo'. e's an ex-parrot.