Those at the top throwing their weight around mercilessly seldom
spare any thought for the underdogs who suffer in silence and attend to
their every whim.
But Tamsin Stevens, now a team secretary at Lowe Lintas & Partners, has
stopped gnashing her teeth for long enough to pen an ode championing the
cause for the underling. Having spent eight months at the production
company Garretts, her contempt for some of the people she had
encountered needed exorcising. "They were just horrible," Stevens
shudders. But who could the last verse be about? Draw your own
conclusions and prepare to be shocked:
You swing into the office
And create a lot of hype,
You're crazy, crazy animals
You lovey media types.
Demand a cappuccino
And sprawl across the chair,
Read a script and look intense
While flicking back your hair.
Talk about your yoga class
And, of course, your personal healer,
Your gorgeous flat in Fulham
And your darling cocaine dealer.
Your Buddhist religion groups,
Your fantastic nail technician,
Your homosexual hairdresser
Who cuts with such precision.
Your crappy pea-sized mobile,
Your crazy Champagne hell.
I may put sugar in your coffee
But I spit in it as well.