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# The Bridge Of Death

'I had tried crossing it the previous day,' Cleese says. 'I walked across, to try to work myself up to running across it. I came back and said 'There's no way I can run across there!' It was slippery, and we were in those strange, knitted-string chain-mail outfits. On the soles of our feet was just a plain bit of leather, nothing on them at all--no rubber, no indentations-- so they got a mountaineer to do it. He ran across it as though it were a road. Quite extraordinary! That's the only bit I ever chickened out of.'

(, Tue 19 Feb 2002, 8:54, archived)