From: hippo 
Newsgroups: alt.fan.pratchett
Subject: [I] A late night Bohemian fantasy (filk)
Date: Thu, 28 Jun 2001 02:51:22 +0100





</setting scene>
... a lonely sad ageing filker sits in her untidy garret like broom cupboard
of an attic,
it is midsummer night, warm and sultry, no cryogenic female fingers to
comfort here.
she sighs as she downloads the horrors of the world from the news websites,
Balkan civil war again,,race riots across England,us depression,
she google's elsewhere and starts tinkering with some lyrics.

Hungrily she nibbles at her last sandwhich, and cries as she knocks her last
wine glass
to the floor. She turns and a strange white pod-shaped craft has silently
materialised
in the corner of the attic. The letters B-I-N-K-Y are all that she can make
out
on its side. a cowled figure now standing by it Falteringly, with some
tears, she sings :

I've sent my posts
Time after time
I've left some tags off
And committed a crime
More bad mistakes
I've sent a few.
I've had my share of help
Lifted my soul
But they're archived too
But I want to read on and on and on

You're only afpers, not friends
Will you keep debating ?, it depends
You are the afpers
You are the afpers
No time for lusers
Cos you are the afpers of Discworld

I've stood in the queues
And at the cons too
I've seen the fame and fortune
And everything that goes with it
Pratchett fans all
But there are thorns on roses I didn't choose.
I have found it a challenge in this whole fandom scene
And I'm gonna lose. But I want to go on and on and on

You're only afpers, not friends
Will you keep debating ?, it depends
You are the afpers
You are the afpers
No time for lusers
Cos you are the afpers (fx : scythe slices)



hippo

(filk based on We are the champions by Queen)