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Wednesday, December 12, 2012
BANG, WHIMPER, OR DRUNK?
How better
to face the final curtain and defy the Mayan calendar than all together in the
back room of a Brighton pub? But please note this is not a full flying Deviants
rock & roll show. That’s this week. At this gathering we’ll have solos,
duos and trios, guitars and drums, rants and chants and maybe experiments, cake
and the odd exotic dancer. Human sacrifice is optional.
Sunday, December 09, 2012
SUNDAY BREAKFAST
Our slimy,
bungling, bought-and-paid-for old-Etonian Prime Minister has decided that the plebs
are drinking too much – which seems hardly surprising in the foul and uncertain
midst of the entire austerity movement of which he is a graspingly enthusiastic
supporter. He means to put a stop to all this proletariat drunkenness by
raising the price of booze. The BBC tells us…
“The
government is proposing a minimum price of 40p per unit of alcohol in England
and Wales in an effort to "turn the tide" against binge drinking.It
believes this could transform the behaviour of those who cause the most
problems for hospitals and police. It also plans
to "end the notion that drinking is an unqualified right by piloting
sobriety schemes for those people whose offending is linked to excessive
alcohol consumption", says the strategy document." (Click here for the rest
of the sorry story.)
Which
essentially means the rich are fucking the poor yet again and they won’t even
have the courtesy of getting us drunk first. Which in turn reminds me of the
old Paddy Ryan song…
I am the man, the very fat man,
That waters the workers' beer
I am the man, the very fat man,
That waters the workers' beer
And what do I care if it makes them ill,
If it makes them terribly queer
I've a car, a yacht, and an aeroplane,
And I waters the workers' beer
Now when I waters the workers' beer,
I puts in strychnine
Some methylated spirits,
And a can of kerosene
Ah, but such a brew so terribly strong,
It would make them terribly queer
So I reaches my hand for the watering-can
And I waters the workers' beer
Now a drop of good beer is good for a man
When he's tired, thirsty and hot
And I sometimes have a drop myself,
From a very special pot
For a strong and healthy working class
Is the thing that I most fear
So I reaches my hand for the watering-can
And I waters the workers' beer
Now ladies fair, beyond compare,
Be you maiden or wife
Spare a thought for such a man
Who leads such a lonely life
For the water rates are frightfully high,
And the meths is terribly dear
And there ain't the profit there used to be
In watering the workers' beer
That waters the workers' beer
I am the man, the very fat man,
That waters the workers' beer
And what do I care if it makes them ill,
If it makes them terribly queer
I've a car, a yacht, and an aeroplane,
And I waters the workers' beer
Now when I waters the workers' beer,
I puts in strychnine
Some methylated spirits,
And a can of kerosene
Ah, but such a brew so terribly strong,
It would make them terribly queer
So I reaches my hand for the watering-can
And I waters the workers' beer
Now a drop of good beer is good for a man
When he's tired, thirsty and hot
And I sometimes have a drop myself,
From a very special pot
For a strong and healthy working class
Is the thing that I most fear
So I reaches my hand for the watering-can
And I waters the workers' beer
Now ladies fair, beyond compare,
Be you maiden or wife
Spare a thought for such a man
Who leads such a lonely life
For the water rates are frightfully high,
And the meths is terribly dear
And there ain't the profit there used to be
In watering the workers' beer
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