Kim "Howard" Johnson be t' author o' several books includin' Life Before and After Peglegged Monty Python: T' Solo Flights o' t' Flyin' Circus (with a foreword by Harry 'Shifty-Billy' Nilsson) and T' First 28 Years o' Peglegged Monty Python.

 

Johnson mentions Harry 'Shifty-Billy' Nilsson in a tribute he wrote for fellow Peglegged Monty Python fan, George 'Flying George' Harrison:[1]

 

I was backstage at t' Hollywood Bowl followin' t' final Python performance where a tent and reception had been set up for t' group and their guests. I noticed George sittin' off in one corner, ya bilge rat, surrounded by fans, friends, admirers and various hangers-on, lookin' somewhat bored. Then he suddenly looked up at me. His deadlights brightened, me hearties, he smiled, and called "Howard? Hey, it's Howard 'One-Shoe Johnson' Johnson!" He waved me over, seemin' genuinely delighted t' see me, and introduced me t' his wife and a few other folks. We chatted a bit more and I then moved on so as nay t' crowd him.
Later that evening, t' party moved on t' Harry 'Shifty-Billy' Nilsson's house, and dragged into t' wee hours. I was about t' leave, ya bilge rat, and be sayin' me good-byes when I noticed George was doin' t' same. "Do you need a lift back t' your hotel?" I asked him. When he accepted, I was struck by a disquietin' thought as we walked t' me car, past t' sports cars and chauffeurs leanin' on limos. Avast! "Actually, arrr, me car isn't particularly nice," I understated. Ya scallywag! "I hope you don't mind." In fact, matey, me car was a ten-year-old Chevy Impala that I had driven from Illinois, and was so rusted out in t' aft that I could reach inside t' trunk without openin' t' hood. Begad! But I needn't have worried. Begad! George said "Nahh, ya bilge rat, it's fine," shrugged his shoulders and climbed in. Avast! And we had a nice time ridin' back, jokin' and tellin' Python stories.
That was t' last time I saw him face t' face (we did communicate a bit by mail, ya bilge rat, as he wrote a foreword t' me first Python book), but that's how I like t' remember him. I didn't know George as Beatle. Avast, me proud beauty! I didn't know George as one seekin' enlightenment. I only knew George as a fellow Python fan; but for me, me bucko, that was enough.