We went to the Millennium dome tonight for the reunion of Monty Python. It was the first time we had been back since a bleak afternoon in January 2000 when we went to visit the government’s lamentable efforts to mark the millennium. The evening was highly elaborate and technologically sophisticated for a vast audience, a far cry from the wilfully amateurish graphics and mad schoolboy humour of the original, watched on a black-and-white television. I was trying to work out where Terry Gilliam’s graphic language had come from: a mixture of surrealism, Mervyn Peake, psychedelia, neo-Victorianism and the idiom Peter Blake used for the cover of Sergeant Pepper. I was also impressed by how much had entered the language: the Ministry of Funny Walks; the spam song; the anti-Germanism. And now for something completely different….