"It may seem that I am merely dropping names here and in fact I am. I've never met John Lennon in my life. But who needs him when you have been raised in the same street as people like Nilsson, H.; Starr, R.; Harrison, G.; John, E.; Floyd, Pink; Zeppelin, Led; Moon, K.; Johns, Capt. WE (Retd.); Bowie, D.; Clarke, Pet; Arabia, Lawrence of; Shankar, Ravi; Menuhin, Yehudi; West, Mae; Distel, S; Ali, M.; Mother, H.R.H. The Queen; Durrells, L. and G.; Fields, Gracie; Coward, N. and seventeen Nobel prizewinners? But see D. Niven's, The Moon is a Babbon, where he tries to avoid the charge of name-dropping by a rather clumsy pretence at humility: 'I just happened to know them...' Cut it out, Dave. When it's time for grovelling leave it to the expert."

Graham Chapman, A Liar's Autobiography Volume VI (1980), p.29

"A Carmen Mirandatal host-person with eerily nude legs assisted me to my seat on the Star-Minder-Sit-'Em-Easy-Limo-Loader. As I was glidden hydraulically to my seat in the presidential limo, through the darkened glass I caught a glimpse of Peter [Seller]'s cutout being loaded with intensive care into a Rolls-Royce Silver Cloud Phantambulance. I pressed the audio 'off' switch on the colour TV and settled back to listen to D. Bowie's 'Kooks' on the car's septemphonic sound system, took a can of diet loganberry Shasta from the bar, and sipped at it in between puffs on a j. of Antarctic Beige, nibbling sporadically from a plastic bag full of mushrooms."

Graham Chapman, A Liar's Autobiography Volume VI (1980), pp.233, 235

"I stepped out nimbly through the airlock and deftly percolated past Elton John's piano-shaped moon-buggy. He was obviously entertaining David Bowie and Ken Liberace, so I passed on. I knew the next space-vehicle was occupied for an 'at home' evening by David Hockney and Alan Bennett comparing the size of their accents, so I didn't bother with them. I then molested my way past J.B. Priestley, HRH The Queen Mother, David Niven (please note), Peter Sellers, Britt Ekland, Carlo Ponti, Peter Cook and Bo Dudley, 'a' but not 'the' Dr Jonathan Miller, HRH The Very Dead Governor of New Zealand, Noel Coward, George Melly, and Larry and Gerry Durrell. Unfortunately, they all had 'slight chills' that evening."

Graham Chapman, A Liar's Autobiography Volume VI (1980), p.239