I thought a saw a big brother creeping up on me this morning - LBHaringey is now following my updates on Twitter according to an email I have just received. Is that sinister? Feels to me as though it may very well be. Unless they have automated the following so that a piece of software looks for key words, that must mean there is an apparatchik somewhere (maybe in Wood Green though with the internet he/she might be in Moscow) checking what I, and at present 118 others, am/are doing.
Mind you, it won't do them much good in following my movements - I have only ever logged on twice - once when HOL advocated Twitter, and then again today. These social thingummy whatsits come and go and I think Twitter will be very short lived, since it is just another, extraordinarily effective, way to add to the information overload, which I can well do without.
I TAUT I TAW A PUDDY TAT
(Alan Livingston / Warren Foster / Billy May)
Mel Blanc - 1950
Danny Kaye - 1953
Pinky & Perky - 1962
TWEETY:
I am a little, tiny, bird. My name is Tweety Pie
I live inside my bird cage, a-hanging way up high
I like to swing upon my perch and sing my little song
But there's a tat that's after me and won't let me alone
I taut I taw a puddy tat a creepin' up on me
I did! I taw a puddy tat as plain as he could be!
SYLVESTER:
I am that great big bad old cat, Sylvester is my name
I only have one aim in life and that is very plain
I want to catch that little bird and eat him right away
But just as I get close to him, this is what he'll say
I taut I taw a puddy tat a creepin' up on me
You bet he taw a puddy tat, that puddy tat is me!
TWEETY:
That puddy tat is very bad, he sneaks up from behind
I don't think I would like it if I knew what's on his mind
I have a strong suspicion that his plans for me aren't good
I am inclined to think that he would eat me if he could
SYLVESTER:
I'd like to eat that sweetie pie when he leaves his cage
But I can never catch him, It throws me in a rage
You bet I'd eat that little bird if I could just get near
But every time that I approach, this is all I hear
TWEETY:
I taut I taw a puddy tat a creepin' up on me
I did! I taw a puddy tat as plain as he could be!
And when I sing that little song, my mistress knows he's back
She grabs her broom and brings it down upon Sylvester's back
So listen you bad puddy tat, let's both be friends and see
My mistress will not chase you if you sing this song with me
TWEETY (Spoken): Come on now, like a good cat
SYLVESTER (Spoken): Oh, all right. Sufferin' Succotash!
TWEETY & SYLVESTER:
I taut I taw a puddy tat a creepin' up on me
I did! I taw a puddy tat as plain as he could be!
(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - March 2004)
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