Holy schizzlebags!

I've just been given an assignment to interview Michael Palin next week!

*high pitched girly squeal*

I LOVE him. He's my favourite Python, I love his shows, I have his books (or had them, before shifting house many times) and I think he's just a bag of neato-ness. I've been given his new book to read before the interview which I hope will survive this weekend away with Sweeney at his grandparents house, and am just all round pretty damn excited. Of course, I won't get to meet the man in the flesh, I have to phone London. But who cares! This rocks!