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Sometimes while traveling, you bump into something very unexpected. This week I spend two days in Copenhagen, a schooltrip, organised by the students themselves. Off course the changing of the guards was on the programme. And even though royalty doesn't work for me, and even though I have seen the procedure in London, Stockholm and Monaco, I went along. Just like a few dozen other tourists, mainly Japanese.

In the distance one heard the band coming, slowly we see them approach the square. And suddenly I notice what they are playing: The intro to Monty Python's Flying circus. I had to grab my camera and find the film-mode, but the song obviously was over by the time I was ready to tape.

My surprise became even bigger when I heard the song that followed the theme tune.

Even more Python! And not just a song, but the famous 'Sit on my face'. My students obviously didn't notice; the generation gap is too big. My collague and the four dozen Japanese didn't notice either, which left me as the only one to recognize what they were playing. So at the very formal occasion of the changing of the guards, at the ultraconservative royalty, the band played the song with the words, not sung, yet still:

Sit on my face and tell me that you love me

I'll sit on your face and tell you I love you, too

I love to hear you oralize

When I'm between your thighs

You blow me away Sit on my face and let my lips embrace you

I'll sit on your face and then I'll love you truly

Life can be fine if we both sixty-nine

If we sit on our faces in all sorts of places

And play, 'til we're blown away

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The event totally made my day. After the song, another time the themetune and after that the formal procedure of the changing, as happens everywhere