John Cleese -- who at this point pretty much hates everyone, bless him -- is now a contributor of The Spectator, and this is is first piece:
To be fair (and it may be a little late for that), there may exist a few critics who, though unable to write, direct or act, have undergone some strange mystical process by which they have received transmission of a genuine understanding of these activities. Sadly, I don’t know who they are, because when I want to find out about a current production, I am lucky enough to be able to telephone a colleague who can write, direct or act.
Finally I’d like to make one critical comment:John Cleese is a remarkably talented individual, of an admirably humble disposition, and a rare sweetness of temperament, who continues to tower over his contemporaries, especially Michael Palin (The Spectator).
After all, he's one of the men who wrote the definitive instructions on how to annoy people:
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