"G.T., with your nose so bright,
Won't you guide my sleigh tonight?
Oh how the big hacks loved him,
As they shouted out with glee:
G.T. the Red-Nose Drunkard
You'll Go Down in His-tooooo-reeee!"
He looks surprised to be alive. I caught the tail end of that era of when I started out in the seventies. People still had bars in their offices or, if they didn't have offices, bottles in their desks. There was one massive party at a large venue in Manhattan to celebrate my company's anniversary. The party began at 9:30 in the morning and so did the drinking; both went on till after midnight. To give you something of the flavor, the VP of Ad Sales made his entrance riding an elephant. Oh, and there were hot dogs!
Glad to see Gay has recovered from the brutal literary beating he sustained at the hands of Kurt Andersen in the NY Times Book Review a few years back.
Reminds me of the episode of the late & lamented "Eerie Indiana" where the mom kept her twin sons the same age by putting them in a giant Tupperware every night to sleep!
Am I underestimating the least common denominator when my first thought was that maybe there should have a been a "Do Not Try This At Home" warning along with Hamilton's article?
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Won't you guide my sleigh tonight?
Oh how the big hacks loved him,
As they shouted out with glee:
G.T. the Red-Nose Drunkard
You'll Go Down in His-tooooo-reeee!"
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Twice the opportunity to spin outsize sports metaphors!
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None and counting.
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Since when is self-medicating not a treatment? j
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Ouch. I forgot about that.
Nan is a charming, powerful woman and that has a lot to do with the way Gay is regarded around town.
What I don't understand is why everyone "loves" Fran Lebowitz -- another writer famous for not writing.
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This New York Magazine piece
was interesting, too.
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