Just a few notes this time. More next time.
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A song, sung to the tune of "Drink to the boys in the Royal Navy" (Or
"What
shall we do with a drunken sailor" for all you phillistines)
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What shall we do with the drunken writer?
What shall we do with the drunken writer?
What shall we do with the drunken writer?
Ear-ly in the morning
Kick him in the crotch till he wakes the fuck up
Kick him in the crotch till he wakes the fuck up
Kick him in the crotch till he wakes the fuck up
Ear-ly in the morning
What shall we do with the hung over writer?
What shall we do with the hung over writer?
What shall we do with the hung over writer?
Ear-ly in the morning
Force feed him coffee till he stands up straight
Force feed him coffee till he stands up straight
Force feed him coffee till he stands up straight
Ear-ly in the morning
What shall we do with the wired writer?
What shall we do with the wired writer?
What shall we do with the wired writer?
Ear-ly in the morning
Give him a laptop and leave him to it
Give him a laptop and leave him to it
Give him a laptop and leave him to it
Ear-ly in the morning
What shall we do if he doesn't write it?
What shall we do if he doesn't write it?
What shall we do if he doesn't write it?
Ear-ly in the morning
Take away his fags till he writes the damn thing
Take away his fags till he writes the damn thing
Take away his fags till he writes the damn thing
Ear-ly in the morning
What shall we do if he doesn't smoke?
What shall we do if he doesn't smoke?
What shall we do if he doesn't smoke?
Ear-ly in the morning
Chuck him outside and get a proper writer
Chuck him outside and get a proper writer
Chuck him outside and get a proper writer
Ear-ly in the morning
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I liked it. Fuck off.
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In a departure from normal service it may come to pass that some of the
stuff going out over here won't be from me. Don't worry, it'll still be
poisonous ranting, thhis time on the state of American corporate
culture.
Don't thank me, thank Kristin. If she ever writes anything, of course.
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Work still goes, the sun still works (though I wish it wouldn't) and
gravity's still on. I don't have tome to rant properly.
Stewart Wilson, the Digital Raven
München, 05 July 2001
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