She seems to have lost some weight, and not just the 10 stone or so that she ditched in Southend. Looks like she’s very outdoorsy and sociable. Complete opposite of Jack.
Jack Monroe #198 Marcus! Marcus! Marcus!
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Another verse
I am what I am
When I mess up I have loads of excuses
I gather up hair
I find anywhere, it has lots of uses
It's my life, I was a pov and don't you know it
My life, don't look too close or you might blow it
My food's not worth a damn, so my son shouts out
"Mamapapa I want bread and jam?"
I'll stop now.
I am what I am
When I mess up I have loads of excuses
I gather up hair
I find anywhere, it has lots of uses
It's my life, I was a pov and don't you know it
My life, don't look too close or you might blow it
My food's not worth a damn, so my son shouts out
"Mamapapa I want bread and jam?"
I'll stop now.
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Please don’t - I want the whole song.
Can we also cast Laurence as the hose pipe eating fox?bleeping Laurence FoxI'd actually pay good money to see him cast in that role, I'm picturing Rupert Everett as Mrs Fritton in St Trinians, but with none of the charm
Lord Jesus Compton looks great, so happy.
A quiet number features Jack sat alone under the spotlight of a second hand lightbulb, picking out a tune on the piano one handed
"Yes I was a pov,
from a certain point of view
house full of Jon Lewis boxes
What's it to you?
Yes I was a pov
With my scary tattoos
Told Davey Cameron how £10 a week
feeds a family of two
"Yes I was a pov,
from a certain point of view
house full of Jon Lewis boxes
What's it to you?
Yes I was a pov
With my scary tattoos
Told Davey Cameron how £10 a week
feeds a family of two
Please carry on
it’s like a’mole except I don’t have to thinkAll right, two more verses, these to be sung by the cabal, played by chorus boys and girls, who dance in heels around a life size cardboard cut out of Marcus Rashford.
Jack is what she is
Her life is a lie, like a Walter Mitty
We'll keep banging on
We're writing prose, we are all witty
And we'll triangulate all her baubles and her bangles
We all see her, and we know her angles
Her life is a sham and we all shout out
"Jack don't keep doing that scam"
Jack, you are what you are
It's really a shame, it's really a pity
We question your choices
When you say you're 90% vegan, we think that's crappy
And so what if you love corned beef and cheap bangers?
Well that's nowhere near vegan, but there's a profit you can wangle
Your life is a sham till you can shout out
"I hate cheap wet ham"
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I’ll never forget when @traumatised sideboard referred to you as “emerging poet @MancBee ”. You are unstoppable
I think you’re definitely now, “renowned, acclaimed poet MancBee”.
Sbs song for the play
Tell me its not slop,
Though its here before me,
Say its just a dream,
Say its not as seen,
That dinner from the app came ages ago.
And your not going to dress as marilyn monroe. ( Mary poppins,. Soz doesn't rhyme)
Tell me its not slop,
Though its here before me,
Say its just a dream,
Say its not as seen,
That dinner from the app came ages ago.
And your not going to dress as marilyn monroe. ( Mary poppins,. Soz doesn't rhyme)
I don’t know many musicals, so I’ll just go with this, from The Wizard Of Oz.
Lion Bars, sideboards, and chairs
Black eye!
Lion Bars, sideboards, and chairs
Black eye!
Lion Bars, sideboards, and chairs
Black eye!
Lion Bars, sideboards, and chairs
Black eye!
Go Go Go Jackie,
With your 20 hour day,
Hang in their Jackie,
You'll have a forever home one day,
Sha la la Jackie,
Just keep with the slop,
You're such a maverick,
You don't need to wear tops!
Go Go Go Jackie
You and your sideboards
Are ahead of your timmmmme!
With your 20 hour day,
Hang in their Jackie,
You'll have a forever home one day,
Sha la la Jackie,
Just keep with the slop,
You're such a maverick,
You don't need to wear tops!
Go Go Go Jackie
You and your sideboards
Are ahead of your timmmmme!
Its a hardknock life for me,
Its hardknock life for me
Stead of treated, i get puddles,
Stead of cooking i can't do.
Its a hardknock lifeeeeeeee
Its hardknock life for me
Stead of treated, i get puddles,
Stead of cooking i can't do.
Its a hardknock lifeeeeeeee
it's too hot to think properly but some snippets I've thought of
in the intro: "I am 33, going on 43, according to Companies House!"
a love theme: "Louisa, I just met a girl named Louisa..."
SB played by Robin the Frog as Tiny Tim: "there's sloppage in the air tonight, there's sloppage in the air"
in the intro: "I am 33, going on 43, according to Companies House!"
a love theme: "Louisa, I just met a girl named Louisa..."
SB played by Robin the Frog as Tiny Tim: "there's sloppage in the air tonight, there's sloppage in the air"
Look at me - a viggle
Waiting for the truth
Are those Linda Macartney
Or from something with a tooth
Graham’s bad at insta
He should lose his job
Cos he really was a nob
I’m waiting.
we are all the viggles
Want some new ideas
Think she’s 90% there
But we’re close to tears
Vegan food looks awful
When she tries to cook
we won’t mention there’s a book
I’m waiting
I’m waiting now
always jackfruit and slop
Always cooked for a day
We’d like texture, something that’s not brown on the tray
the pork belly’s fake
The crackling not found
None of these ingredients came from the ground….
apologies to Stephen Sondheim
Waiting for the truth
Are those Linda Macartney
Or from something with a tooth
Graham’s bad at insta
He should lose his job
Cos he really was a nob
I’m waiting.
we are all the viggles
Want some new ideas
Think she’s 90% there
But we’re close to tears
Vegan food looks awful
When she tries to cook
we won’t mention there’s a book
I’m waiting
I’m waiting now
always jackfruit and slop
Always cooked for a day
We’d like texture, something that’s not brown on the tray
the pork belly’s fake
The crackling not found
None of these ingredients came from the ground….
apologies to Stephen Sondheim
What good is sitting in your bungalow?
Come cook some vile moleeeee
I live in poverty, cabal.
Come join my patreonnnn.
Sung to the tune of Cabaret obv.
Come cook some vile moleeeee
I live in poverty, cabal.
Come join my patreonnnn.
Sung to the tune of Cabaret obv.
Let's have a bit of Joseph 
Closed ouchy eye
Anti-aging curtains
All lies for certain
But the cabal see through
In an aparthotel
Pretends she's not tweeting
But sock puppets she's sneaking
Any grift will dooooo
Closed ouchy eye
Anti-aging curtains
All lies for certain
But the cabal see through
In an aparthotel
Pretends she's not tweeting
But sock puppets she's sneaking
Any grift will dooooo
I might have borrowed from another musical, so sue me...
Second act, Jack is sitting on a pavement, alone with a pocket full of stones...she looks mournful thinking of her past life. She starts to warble...
Midnight, not a Tweet from the hotel
Full moon, I've lost my marbles
I am smirking alone
In the lamplight, the withered hair collects at my feet
And as normal I begin to moan
Memory, I'm alone in the apartment
I can dream of the poverty
Life was miserable then
I remember the time I knew what misery was
Let the misery live again
When they let me Tweet, I seem to greet
Fans that are constantly fawning
The cabal mutters that I can afford butter
And I won't be poor in the morning
Daylight, I must wait for the pay rise
I must think of a new scam
Make the patreons pay
When the dawn comes, tonight will be a memory too
And a new grift will begin
Second act, Jack is sitting on a pavement, alone with a pocket full of stones...she looks mournful thinking of her past life. She starts to warble...
Midnight, not a Tweet from the hotel
Full moon, I've lost my marbles
I am smirking alone
In the lamplight, the withered hair collects at my feet
And as normal I begin to moan
Memory, I'm alone in the apartment
I can dream of the poverty
Life was miserable then
I remember the time I knew what misery was
Let the misery live again
When they let me Tweet, I seem to greet
Fans that are constantly fawning
The cabal mutters that I can afford butter
And I won't be poor in the morning
Daylight, I must wait for the pay rise
I must think of a new scam
Make the patreons pay
When the dawn comes, tonight will be a memory too
And a new grift will begin
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All I want is a mansion somewhere
Five Emins and a MacBook Air
With two sofas and three sideboards there
Oh wouldn't it be luverly?
Lots of Waitrose food for me to eat
A bollock sausage for the kid's one treat
New face, new lips, fugly trainers for me feet
Oh wouldn't it be luverly?
Oh, so luverly sittin' abso-lutely bloomin' still
Join my Pa-tre-on, pay
Two grand a month and all of that time to kill
Someone's head resting on my knee
Rich and dim as she could be
Who takes good care of me
Oh, wouldn't it be luverly
Luverly
Luverly
Luverly
Luverly.
Five Emins and a MacBook Air
With two sofas and three sideboards there
Oh wouldn't it be luverly?
Lots of Waitrose food for me to eat
A bollock sausage for the kid's one treat
New face, new lips, fugly trainers for me feet
Oh wouldn't it be luverly?
Oh, so luverly sittin' abso-lutely bloomin' still
Join my Pa-tre-on, pay
Two grand a month and all of that time to kill
Someone's head resting on my knee
Rich and dim as she could be
Who takes good care of me
Oh, wouldn't it be luverly
Luverly
Luverly
Luverly
Luverly.
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