A packed postbag this week. You all had a great time and I was sorry to lose Mae Scanlon (telemarketers) and Garry Honey (call-centre operators). Hon menshes to them. £20 to the winners, the best of whom David Silverman) also gets the Tesco vouchers.
The Spin Doctors' Song
(Tune: "Pick a Bale of Cotton")
I said
Me and my buddy gonna forge a dodgy dossier
Now
Me and my buddy gonna help to start a war
I said
Me and my buddy gonna tart up David Miliband
Now
Me and my buddy don't back Gordon any more
Chorus:
Gonna jump up
Turn my coat
Talk a load of bollocks
Gonna jump up
Turn my coat
Tell more lies each day . . .
Ian Birchall
The Check-In Desk Staff Shanty
(Tune: "What Shall We Do With the Drunken Sailor?")
What shall we do when they check their cases,
Afore jetting off to foreign places?
Charge 'em fifteen quid and watch their faces
Early in the morning.
Shame it didn't weigh just one pound lighter;
Shame our regulations just got tighter;
Shame we weren't trained to be politer
Early in the morning.
Chorus:
Heave-ho and up the prices;
We have our own devices;
You'll have a few surprises
Early in the morning.
Repack your knickers on the airport floor-oh;
Queue up again for an hour or more-oh;
We'll fly your baggage on a week tomorrow
Early in the morning.
Chorus:
Heave-ho and up the prices;
We'll blame the credit crisis;
You'll have a few surprises
Early in the morning . . .
David Silverman
The Financial Consultant's Chant
(Tune: "St Louis Blues")
Ah hate to see mah stocks an' shares go down . . .
Ah hate to see the slowly sinkin' poun'. . .
Makes me feel like ol' boom'n'bust come aroun' (an' go up an' down)
Footsie tomorrow worser than today;
Ah say, this ain't no market ah can wan' to play . . .
Gonna shut down mah laptop and make mah getaway (so far away)
T'ain't Louis Vuitton ah'll fill with loot an' gold to spare
A cardboar' suitcase is all ah'll have to take me there
Wherever there is 'cos ah don't think ah'm goin' nowhere (nowhere)
Frederick Robinson
No 4046 Object of the exercise
Set by Leonora Casement
An oldie. We'd like the facts of life as explained by a historical person of your choice (fictional or real).
Max 125 words by 18 September
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