With all due apologies to Monty Python and specifically Eric Idle here’s the identity industry’s version of the Philosophers Song. Many thanks to everyone who helped this effort and huge thanks to Eve Maler for all her work on this. What follows is meant with much love and respect to everyone in the industry (mentioned or not). And with that… maestro please: Jeremy Grant was a real pissant Who was very rarely stable iglazer, iglazer was a boozy beggar who could think you under the table Blakley whom could out-consume Madsen, Bradley, and Dingle Pat Patterson was a beery swine Who was just as schloshed as Cahill There’s nothing Wilton couldn’t teach ya’ Bout the raising of the wrist. Cameron himself was permanently pissed… George Fletcher, still, of his own free will, On half a pint of shandy was particularly ill. Nishant K could stick it away; Half a crate of whiskey every day. Patrick Harding, Patrick Harding was a bugger for white lightning Nash was fond of his dram, Really Dick Hardt was a drunken fart “I drink, therefore I am” Yes, Cameron himself is particularly missed; A lovely little thinker but a bugger when he’s pissed! And if none of that made sense to you, here’s the original which also might not make much sense either.
