So is it a version of me, am I pretending to be something I'm not, or is it the real me?
Well, I am a leftie, an atheist, a sceptic, a feminist and a generally trying-to-be politically correct type of person. I do think that the use of language should be considered carefully and that it does matter. Howls of derisive laughter, mate. PC gorn mad, etc. :P
And the stupid joke making, daft responses are also me. And randomly talking Klingon or song lyrics are also me. I always wanted to post complete non sequiturs in threads but I knew it was unlikely to go down too well.
I think maybe I started not to stand up where I should have, because I'd become inured to it and felt nothing I could say would change anything. It would just go full-circle again. I also felt I had become associated with the old guard or cliqués, to newer people anyway, since I knew the site well and its in-jokes, and since the more PC posters seem to have gathered strength on there.
And that was weak of me, and I don't like to think of myself as the type of person who takes the path of least resistance. But perhaps by denying that weakness as part of myself, I'm doing it again. Arse.
I think I better think it out again.
A man's got a heart, hasn't he?
Joking apart -- hasn't he?
And though I'd be the first one to say that I wasn't a saint
I'm finding it hard to be really as black as they paint
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I'm reviewing the situation
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Can a fellow be a villain all his life
All the trials, the tribulation
Better settle down and get meself a wife
And a wife would cook and sew for me
And come for me, and go for me
And go for me and nag at me
The fingers she will wag at me
The money she will take from me
A misery, she'll make from me...
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I think I'd better think it out again!
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A wife you can keep, anyway
I'd rather sleep, anyway
Left without anyone in the world and I'm starting from now
So how to win friends and to influence people, so how
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I'm reviewing the situation
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I must quickly look up ev'ryone I know
Titled people, with a station
Who can help me make a real impressive show
I will own a suite at Claridge's
And run a fleet of carriages
And wave at all the duchesses
With friendliness, as much as is
Befitting of my new estate
"Good morrow to you, magistrate!" ...
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I think I'd better think it out again
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So where shall I go -- somebody?
Who do I know? Nobody!
All my dearest companions have always been villains and thieves
So at my time of life I should start turning over new leaves
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I'm reviewing the situation
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If you want to eat, you've got to earn a bob
Is it such a humiliation
For a robber to perform an honest job
So a job I'm getting, possiblyI wonder who the boss'll be?
I wonder if he'll take to me?
What bonuses he'll make to me?
I'll start at eight and finish late
At normal rate, and all, but wait
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I think I'd better think it out again
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What happens when I'm seventy
Must come a time, seventy
When you're old, and it's cold and who cares if you live or you die
The one consolation's the money you may have put by
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I'm reviewing the situation
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I'm a bad 'un and a bad 'un I shall stay
You'll be seeing no transformation
But it's wrong to be a rogue in ev'ry way
I don't want nobody hurt for me
Or made to do the dirt for me
This rotten life is not for me
It's getting far too hot for me
Don't want no one to rob for me
But who will find a job for me
There is no in between for me
But who will change the scene for me?
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I think I'd better think it out again!
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