Adaptation of Bertold Brecht’s play at the National Theatre. Only £15 with travelex tickets.
I enjoyed it…
Hungover? Most of your housemates not around for the weekend? Why not write a song about them, I did.
This was supposed to be a classic guitar anthem to rival Coolio Coolio but after firing up the Mac we were far too tempted by the 80s synthy goodness. So here it is:
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And for the die hard amongst you, the lyrics:
This morning when we woke up,
It was to an empty home,
No Gladman and no Lyes,
Not even Simmo.
When I looked outside,
There was so much we could do,
But instead we grabbed our macs,
To rap this song for you.
Gladman, where ya gone?
Simmo, where ya gone?
Lyes, where ya gone?
You left us home alone.
Gladman left on Friday,
He was the first to go,
Jetting off to China,
To see his Haribo.
He hasn’t cooked in ages,
Just take take take,
Maybe when he gets back,
He’ll cook us Hong Kong snake.
Harri, Harri, Harri.
You left early this morning,
Will you come back tonight?
There’s no love any more,
Not even for a pint.
Simmo get a grip,
Get your priorities right,
Why won’t you come home and,
Cook pasta bake tonight.
Katie, Katie, Katie.
The last to leave was Lyes,
he hadn’t forgotten about us,
He’d been to Guanabara,
He was going out on a buzz.
He left without a goodbye
he was surely in a rush,
But he did leave us two things,
And now the bog won’t flush!
Joujie, Joujie, Joujie.
Gladman, where ya gone?
Simmo, where ya gone?
Lyes, where ya gone?
You left us home alone.
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