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Now here's a story
A little bit gory
A little bit happy,
a little bit sad
Of Lily the Pink
And her medicinal compound
And how it drove her to the bad

Uncle Pat he was very small
he was the shortest man in town
Rubbed his body
with medicinal compound
Now he weighs only a half a pound

Brother Tony,
Was known to be bony,
He would never eat his meals,
So they gave him medicinal compound,
Now they move him round on wheels.

We'll drink, a drink, a drink,
To Lily the pink, the pink, the pink,
The saviour of the human ra-ce
For she invented medicinal compound
Most efficacious in ev'ry case

Johnny Hammer,
Had a teribble st-st-st-stammer,
He could hardly s-s-say a word,
So they gave him medicinal compound,
Now he's seen but never heard.

Jennifer Eccles, had terrible freckles
And the boys all called her names
So they gave her medicinal compound
Now he joins in all their games

We'll drink, a drink, a drink,
To Lily the pink, the pink, the pink,
The saviour of the human ra-ce
For she invented medicinal compound
Most efficacious in ev'ry case

Mr Frears, had sticky out ears
And it made him awful shy
So they gave him medicinal compound,
Now he's learning how to fly

Old Ebenezer,
Thought he was Julius Caesar,
So they put him in a home,
And they gave him medicinal compound,
Now he's Emperor of Rome

Lily the pink, she
Turned to drink, she
Filled up with parafin inside,
So they gave her medicinal compound
But sadly pickled Lily died.

Lily died and went up to heaven
All the church bells, they did ring.
She took with her medicinal compound;
Hark the Herald Angels sing.

Ho bloody ho

Feeling -serverely- unappreciated at the moment. Just got in from work - it's just gone 11.30. No Christmas spirit for me. This morning my boss called me to one side and asked, 'are you going to need to work tomorrow? because if not we needn't come in."

OF COURSE I'M GONNA BE FRICKIN' WORKIN' TOMORROW. Have you even LOOKED how much work you've given me to do?

Jesus christ, over the christmas period I have more work to do than I do the averge deadline week. hey, it's more than a week til the 5th January right? Plenty of time. RIGHT, SO I'LL SIT AT HOME SETTING ADVERTS ON CHRISTMAS DAY SHALL I? SCREW YOU!

What really pissed me off was talking to my assistant, she's happy to come in over christmas, but she'd want paying for the day she has to work which everyone else gets off. fair enough, so she gets time and a half for coming in on the 29th. No mention of if I'll be in on the 29th. Oh no, yeah, you can set the paper those days, right? No problem.

Yep, and hey, to get this magazine finished, the only chance I will, how about I work another 4 days in the office on my own too? Won't that be nice.

Right.

That's it, right. Seriously these people, my boss especially, seem to be under the impression that immediately a page or advert reaches my tray it's whisked away by magical fairies and all I do is sit there looking busy. They seem to have no understading of there being a intervening period between me being given the work and the pages being finished.

No Christmas bonus this year either. So I'll be working an extra 4 days over Christmas for nothing. Not anything. Nothing. Jack all. You wouldnt have thought a fuking ACKNOWLEDGEMENT would be too much hassle would you? Even a thank you would be better than the total ignorance.

Really really fucked off with being totally unappreciated. Almost tempted to say fuck it, just go in the days I get paid and when the paper isn't finished just say 'tough luck'

Words will be said tomorrow.

Oh and...

Still not bought a single christmas present. Well, tell a lie I've bought two. one ordered online and one this morning.

God, yeah, aren't I feeling seasonal?

Shoot me now.