Reckless, or what!

I saved a recording of the Monty Python film The Meaning of Life for Easter Sunday. Which is probably grounds for being burnt at the stake if the religious fanatics ever get to be in charge. Still, at least it wasn’t The Life of Brian.
    Not that this would be a problem now. Neither script would have survived the Pissant Hand of Woke if someone had come up with them in the oppressive present climate.