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Now, my old darling, they've laid her down to rest, and now I'm missing her
all my heart.
But they don't give a monkey's down to THS, and they've gone and I'll be
pensioned for a start.
So it won't be very long before I'm by her side, but I'll probably starve to
death, that's what I'll do.
But richer or poorer, I'm bloody poor, that's a fact, just because in sickness
planning help, but that I'll do.
Where you been? I've been shouting for you.
Shouting for me, have you? For hours.
Down the shop.
It's a wonder I never heard you. I was only five streets away.
I ain't had no breakfast.
Oh, I'm slacking, ain't I?
Well, I've been waiting hours.
I know what I'll do. I'll get a tracksuit and running shoes.
That's what took the time. You see, I walked. I should have run.
Won't it be sarky? I'm not being sarky. I'm neglecting you, aren't I? You
shouldn't have to sit here shouting for your breakfast.
It's not fair.
It should be already waiting for you. Go and cook it for me now.
I'll run a bath for you while you're waiting. There's a button off my coat,
Never mind. I bought a new one.
New one?
Yeah, I popped into a jumble there while I was out.
Jumble sale?
I'm not wearing cast -off, bloody second -hand clothes, poo.
You're wearing, look.
Hmm.
Fits.
Hmm.
Must have been in old soldiers.
Hero, more like.
Look at them medals.
Oh, I'll soon have them on. No.
No, leave him.
Dad?
Stand on me.
Come back for breakfast.
Yes!
sits next to it. All right.
All right. Now take your turn.
You want to reserve a place? Come early.
Don't come rushing up late and expect to jump the queue.
We got here early, mate. You get here early.
Come on about, call it. Let him wait his turn.
All right, Mr. Ogre. You go through.
Never mind about him. I'll see to him. Go on. You enjoy the game.
Hey, fair's fair. I was here before him. He's been coming here for years. Him
and his friend always sit together.
I've been... I've been here for years, too.
I've never seen you before.
I've never seen you before. That doesn't mean to say you've never been here,
does it? I know all my invalids.
Well, you don't know me, do you? No, that's right. I don't know you.
Big mouth.
Anyway, don't matter.
I've never been here in my wheelchair before, see?
Normally, I struggle up to the stands on my crutches.
I don't like a pack of aunties, not like some of them do.
Well, come on, push me in. The teens will be coming out in a minute. I'd like
see them run out. Yeah, just a minute. You've got a ticket.
Ticket?
He's with me. He's my sofa.
You can't come in here. Why not? You've got to wheel yourself in.
That's marvellous, isn't it?
You want to do him out of a job? We ain't got enough unemployment.
You want to do him out of a job. Was it because he's black?
He's got nothing to do with me being black.
Nothing to me. They all say that, don't they?
We've got blackies playing for this team. We've always had blackies playing
this team.
But you don't like blackies watching them, do you?
I wonder whether you're entitled to go in there and hatch out.
What do you say?
Never mind.
What do you say?
Entitled.
Entitled. These are my entitlement, mate. I can't move them. I'm crippled. I
can't move them, lads.
They are my entitlement.
You can't move them?
I can't walk on them, can I? They're useless.
Don't you talk to me about entitlement.
Look at that. Look at that.
What do you think I've got that for, mate?
I thought.
I thought.
It was up to my neck, you muck and bully. Well, I fought too. We all
Not as hard as that, you never fought.
Very few people fought as hard as that.
These ain't half right, mate.
For God's sake.
You leave your legs on a foreign battlefield.
When you come home, this is how they treat you.
I didn't leave your legs anywhere. You've still got your legs.
I might have left them. It's only a miracle of modern surgery I've still got
them, innit?
As it is.
I'll never walk on him again.
Fair, isn't it?
Bloody fair.
You give your life for King?
He's a good player, isn't he?
Good player?
Blimey.
We had better blackies than that playing for us.
Clyde Best was better than that.
And he was no bloody good.
First time in the first club to have blackies playing for them, you should
them off the boats.
They didn't want to buy them football boots.
Just laced up their toes.
You sick!
Look,
get on the pavement.
Stop!
doing, you bloody idiot.
This chair should have been sent back to the council for someone who needs it. I
need it. Just to cheat your way into football grounds. That's all you need it
for. Making out you're a big war hero. He didn't know I wasn't a war hero, did
he?
Unpatriotic swine.
You fight for your country and that's the way they treat you.
Yeah, but you didn't fight, did you? And they're not your medals, are they?
Yeah, that's not the point. He didn't know that, did he?
I was wearing a war hero's coat. I was wearing war hero's medals.
Nobody there knows that I wasn't eaten. Yeah, well, you're a fake sitting in
that chair now.
And I'm pushing you. Why are you doing all this? Because there's nothing wrong
with your legs.
Don't you tell me about my legs. What do you know about my legs?
I'm the only one who knows what my legs are, mate, and they're going.
Don't mind laughing.
They're on the way out, aren't they? They're fading.
Like a field of strength ebbing its way out of them.
Well, prevention's better than cure, isn't it?
Aye, and figure the health service, not figure the me.
For me, you don't have to be bureaucratic and wait until I can't walk
all before I get a wheelchair like they've done with me poor wife.
Catch them early.
That's what I'm doing.
Don't make the same mistake twice, do you?
Catch them early.
That is the way to save the old service money.
I'm thinking of them, not me.
Who stuck that in my window?
Who put that poster in my window?
This is my window. I don't vote for them, and I ain't going to advertise
I vote for them, and Winston votes for them. Well, I don't vote for them, and
it's my window, innit?
Fascists! Fascists! With them!
It might be your window, but it's a free country.
Yeah, well, it might be a free country out there, my dear, but in here, this is
my own.
alone. So it is.
And I'm not allowed to put a poster in the window. You come home here and live
my day. You can have your own window. Stick your posters in.
all married to a real man. That's what I'm talking about.
What, like you, you mean?
Shut up, you.
I mean the thing.
Facts. Facts, my dear. Your women's lives close their eyes to ears.
Who is it? Who is it goes out into the real world, the odd world, outside of
cosy comfort of her own and slaves to a woman, eh?
And who is it who slaves like an unpaid lackey in the cosy comfort of his own?
And who is it goes out and slaves to pay the rent for his own?
so it can be cosy comfortable, eh? And hers, and hers, if she wants to live
him. Shut up, you!
It's not her, it's next door.
He works his penis to the bone, he does the... That's her.
He works his penis to the bone to keep the roof over her head, but no, blimey,
your women's lib don't take no care of that. No, that's just what's expected of
him, eh? And who is expected to fetch and carry for him, eh?
Oh, and who is expected to clothe and to feed... And what is he expected to do?
Is he expected to come home and cook his own dinner when he comes home from
work, eh? What, keep a dog and bark yourself?
Dog! Dog!
You'd like that, wouldn't you? A dog to cook and clean for you! A domestic
animal who'd wag its tail every time its lord and master came in pissed from...
You watch your mouth, eh!
...spinning off his money, boozing with his old cronies!
A dog! A dog would be more grateful!
A dog would know what side his bread was but.
It was marvellous, wasn't it? I mean, little did I know when I was creating
that I was making a rob for my own back. I mean, you want children, yes. You
struggle for them against all adversities, to bring them up wanted and
dote upon them, to provide for them.
I worked.
As he is my witness, I've worked... I
worked hard, I did. I didn't have much, but what I had was brought into this
house. and spent upon you and your mother.
Yes, it was.
I cried some nights. I cried and... I cried and I prayed to him to
be able to give you more.
I worked, I worked all the hours God gave me. Every bit of overtime there
worked it.
Blimey, I'd come home here some nights and my back was breaking. I couldn't lay
on that bed for the aching, the agony, the aching muscles that I'd strained
working for them I'd loved.
Praying and crying and crying and praying to him to give me the strength
carry on.
Not knowing that that little baby, that tiny infant in its cot, would
one day turn into a serpent of my throat.
I'll give you a bloody laugh.
Poisoned and corrupted by your bloody women's living. This, this Marxist,
satanic...
Anti -Christian, faulty bastard, bloody, satanic, great rubbish.
And you're no better. You let them stuff your head full of rubbish too.
You've killed the goose that lays your golden egg, mate. What golden egg? Us,
us, the British Empire.
Your benefactors.
Who looked after you in the old days when you was under us, in the old days
your colonies.
But you wasn't very smart, was you?
See? If you'd had a bit more up there in them curly nuts of yours, you'd have
really... You'd have known when you was well off.
You'd have left well alone. You was popular in them days. Same as women.
was popular.
Who'd marry one now? I know what they was going to find. That was going to be
bloody well treated.
But you was, you was popular.
When you knew your place.
And you served those whose place was above you.
So they stuffed your head with all that bloody socialist rubbish about Jack's as
good as his master. Well, Jack is not as good as his master. Good blimey, a
worker. He was popular at one time with your ruling classes.
And everywhere you looked, outside of every factory on every factory wall, it
said, Haynes wanted.
Haynes wanted. Not head stuffed full of half a scargle bloody rubbish.
Where are you now, eh?
All right, all right. Don't be bloody facetious.
And these stupid kids.
Eh?
And are you any better off, brother?
Sister? Eh?
Well, Blimey, in them days... In them days, we let you... We let you fight in
our wars, let you join our armies, didn't we?
Blimey, we even let you have your own regiments. We filled your chest with
medals. Ones we won ourselves.
All right.
Blimey, you... You had a place in our history.
We was friends.
Shut up!
We was friends and we taught you our games. We taught you how to play
didn't we? Well, we could teach you now.
Yeah, all right.
You've come on a bit since then.
All right, you've come on a lot. I'll give you fair dues.
I mean, you've played a game quite well now.
Too good for you.
Yeah, but you ain't mastered the subtleties of our game, have you?
But we always win.
That's because you ain't learnt to lose like gentlemen, innit?
I mean, football, football, you're quite good at that, some of you. There will
come a time when the only thing white about the English football team will be
their shirts.
And then there's boxing. We might provide you with the world heavyweight
champion one day. Not bloody Bruno.
Whatever his name is, there's one thing for sure, Buona.
He's definitely going to be black.
Who's that now?
Good evening, sir. I'm here on behalf of the Labour Party. You can sling your...
You've got one of our posters in your window.
Hey, one of your posters in my window. Can I talk to you, or perhaps to one of
your children?
Get off my...
Yes, my land.
What, two -foot porch?
Two -foot, 50 ,000 acres don't make no difference, does it? I pay rent and rate
for that land.
Rent and rates, my dear. And that is inviolate to me.
And no one, not anybody can set a foot on it without invite from me.
Englishman's castle.
So, if you don't mind.
Thanks. Shut up, you.
That's all right.
No, go on, out.
Shut up. Out.
I'm on the public highway now. Yeah, obstructing the entrance to my house.
Impeding access to his land.
Yes, loitering on my pavement.
That's my doorstep, too. It can stand on my half. I might want to vote Labour if
you don't. No, it's all right. I'll stay here. But can I talk to you? Yes, but
stand on the porch. I just told him to... But is there land, too?
Half, he says.
Well, it can stand on my half.
Yes, which half is that?
The other half?
Look, half is mine, the other half is hers, so she says. It is. Well, why
you clean it for a change then?
Wipe your feet before you come in. It wouldn't be so dirty.
Look, the other half is hers, see? Yes, I understand the principle, but which is
the other half?
The half that ain't mine, you stupid, bolshie bastard!
Right, now then.
She had this sense you wouldn't talk to him at all. I shall talk to who I want.
He's Labour. You don't want to vote Labour, do you?
I shall please myself.
It's between me and the ballot box who I vote for. I've got nothing at all to do
with you. This is my half of the porch, and I can have anyone I like to stand on
it. But you're a Catholic. It's against your religion to vote Labour.
Who told you that? You did.
Oh, I never said any such thing.
Shirley Williams is a Catholic, and she used to vote Labour. But she don't now.
No, I know she don't. She's STP.
But when she was an SDP and voted Labour, it wasn't against her religion
Catholic to vote Labour.
Anymore than it's against her religion as a Catholic to vote SDP.
It's got nothing at all to do with her religion as a Catholic. Anymore than
got anything to do with my religion.
If I want to vote Labour, I can vote Labour and I'll still be a good
But I don't want to vote Labour because I'd rather vote SDP.
Because during the Spanish Revolution out in Spain, it was Labour.
And I've never forgiven them for it. So you can get off my house.
This... This Labour Council have even banned prayers out of the council
now. I mean, in a neighbourhood that needs all the prayers it can get. Needs
more than prayers, my dear. Needs a bloody miracle round here.
Well, you vote STP if that's what you want. I wouldn't. I mean, you vote
according to... the lead of your conscience and your parish priest, you
STP. I wouldn't. Here, here.
Too many ex -Labourites in your STP, like a Shirley Williams in your David
for my liking.
Now, if there was a few Tories in your STP, well, might give them a go and vote
for them next time round.
They'll have to get a new leader, I tell you.
Dr David Owen.
Blimey, I wouldn't like him as my GP.
He might be able to diagnose what's wrong with you, but I bet he wouldn't be
able to prescribe for it. Very well put. You see, the SDP have no consistency.
Why don't you put a sock in his sock?
It wasn't Labour that burnt down the churches in Spain and Russia. It was the
Communists. Well, what's the difference? They all look the same to me, the same
way he's locked up. You see, the Labour Party believes in parliamentary
democracy. What are you talking about?
Democracy, eh?
Get in their own way. That's your politicians' idea of democracy.
They're all natural dictators, aren't they? All of them. All of them? Yes.
It's their war, my dear, not ours.
We're just an embarrassment to them, we are.
Except when there's a war on, they want us to fight it for them. Or when there's
an election and they want our votes and they have to come knocking on our door
like bloody brush salesmen and begging them off us, charging them off us. They
should be made to buy our votes.
That's up front for them. In the old days, my dear, you got a sack of coal
your vote.
And what do they offer you now, eh? Promises. Bloody promises, innit, eh?
I mean, at least in the old days, after the election, you still had your sack of
coal. And what have you got now, eh?
Bloody sack of lies and empty promises.
The only promises... I don't want any coal. The only promises... Coal's no use
to me. Not up there.
The only... I'm all electric.
When it works.
The only...
What? When is this council going to get some decent electricity round here?
No, who next door's got us? Works. I mean, we've put enough rent. Will you
up? Shut up! Shut up!
Well, we'll certainly look into it for you, Mr... Arling Green.
Look, the only... That's the flat upstairs, is it?
Well, I can promise you we'll get... There, I'll promise you. See? Promises.
The promises, the only promises that your politician keeps, my dear, is the
promises he makes to himself.
The only bit of Britain he's interested in is the bit of Britain he wants for
himself. And the only new house he's going to build is the new house he's
building for himself, what goes with his new job and the new car that goes with
it. All I want is an electric kettle of work.
Send ballot papers, my dear, that you and I put our X on. It may only be a bit
of paper to us, but to them, to them they're gold. They're pure bloody gold
treasury notes.
I've never met a politician yet, or a bloody trade union leader, or town
councillor, or any of the, I'm doing this for the Batman of Britain brigade,
didn't end up a bloody sight richer when he finished and when he started.
I tell you, living in this country is like driving in a car with a drunk who
doesn't know where you want to go or how to get there. You can see Charlie up
one -way streets the wrong way, charging through red lights, who you'd take his
keys off him if you had any sense or wasn't as drunk as he is.
What they ought to do, see, what we ought to do with all your politicians is
take them out and shoot them. Bang, bang!
That way, we'd have a few decent politicians and no bloody politicians at
Can I just say one thing? I ain't finished yet! No, I thought you probably
hadn't.
Through the chair, comrade. Through the chair. Trouble you bloody politicians.
Never let anyone get a word in edgeways, do you? Worse than bloody Wogan, you
are. What I want to do might improve this country a bit is make all your
politicians, all your... Make Britain a better place to live in, bloody brigade.
Make them go and live in the slums, not up there in the posh houses.
Yeah. Put the Prime Minister, her house and all your bloody cabinet down here.
Them mixed with the sort of bloody rubbish we have to mix with might see a
of improvement then, yeah. Let Margaret Cat Thatcher come down here and live.
Let her get mugged a few times.
Let her have her bloody handbag stolen.
Let her get raped. Yeah, let her try... Let her put up with some of the bloody
hooligans we have to put up with and let her darling Dennis go and try and drink
in some of the pubs I have to drink in. She might do something about law and
order then instead of making promises about all the time.
If you had to come down here and live among your criminal classes... Criminal
classes? What's criminal classes? Here, here, this bloody street is full of
them. They're working class people.
Don't you tell me what they are. I live here amongst them. These are your
criminals, mate. The ones who can't afford to go and live in Spain.
Where they come home to, God blimey.
Visiting day at Wormwood Scrubs is five shower banks leave this street.
Waste money building new prisons.
No.
Just move all the innocents out and build a bloody great wall round the rest
them. I fought for this country, mate.
Yes, I can see you fought, sir.
Yeah, and you come along, you toffee -nosed little twit, you.
And you're trying to tell me how to run it? I take your point, sir, but... And
what did I get out of fighting for it, eh? I'm sure you're going to tell me. A
wife who spent her life in a bloody wheelchair, didn't she?
And she got nothing out of it. And where I lay my head at night, mate?
I have to pay exorbitant rent to a bloody council that's always babbling on
about what they're going to do for people.
People! Blimey! The one thing I never knew, mate, was when I fought that war,
what I didn't know was that wasn't my country I was fighting for. It was my
bloody landlord's country. I can see that you fought.
That's a fine display of mettle.
Good Lord, isn't that the monster?
He won't talk about it. He's never told anyone.
He's my father. He's never breathed a word to me about what he's been through.
Yeah, but you don't get those for nothing.
120, including the coat.
It's men like him that's made this country what it is. Dad, why don't you
inside and take the weight off your war wounds?
What did you clear off, eh?
Look at them.
The party's over.
The party's finished.
Look at them. Ain't you never heard a political discussion before?
Perfect. Look at them, look at them. Bah, bah.
Marvellous, eh? And they're going to be allowed to vote.
Like letting the inmates of a loony bin decide who's going to be allowed in and
who's going to be let out.
No wonder you'll have to put a cross on your ballot paper, innit? A cross.
A mark of ignorance.
The more ignorant your voter is, the better the government likes it. Oh,
That's why they won't spend no money on schools, innit?
Hey! They might go on about Russia, but I'll tell you something, mate.
It's a political system that all the governments of this country envy.
One party, one vote. Takes all the uncertainty out of elections, doesn't
them who don't like it, Siberia.
Excuse me, Mr Gunning.
I am the Conservative candidate.
Can I count on your vote?
Just a minute, just a minute. You used to be with the Labour Party.
Oh, yes.
When I first come here, I was with Labour. But now I have corner shop. I'm
conservative with Mrs. Hatcher.
That's amazing.
Practically, isn't it? We build you a community centre.
Oh, so very good of you.
Because your brother -in -law, Jerry, he built a community centre.
Jerry? My brother -in -law's not Jerry. You've got the wrong chap, old chap.
I have not got the wrong chap, old chap.
They say, Community centre is jerry -billed by councillor's brother -in
That's why it's all down and no questions asked.
And who is it gets my black balls at golf club?
Nothing to do with your black balls. You.
It is you gets me black balls. Black balls? It was your handicap.
And my black face. Oh, yes. I am very welcome at golf club. Using broom,
sweep. Oh, very good fellow.
but not use golf stick or tap.
That's it, isn't it? That's the last straw.
Oh, blimey, I've heard it all now. From now on, it's number one.
Oh, that'll make a change.
Oh, good flesh, it says. Do your own thing. Feather your own nest.
Stand on your own two feet.
It's the age of the spear, isn't it?
So sod you, Jack. I'm all right.
Thank you very much. God bless.
Thank you. Silver collection.
Don't forget those yourselves.
Don't forget those who serve.
Thank you very much, dear. God bless you. Sir. Old soldier did his part. He
it a free world.
Old soldier did his part. God bless you, sir. God bless you.
Two for you.
Two for me.
Two for you.
Two for me.
Why are you getting more than me?
I'm your entrepreneur, aren't I?
Taking advantage of the week offer.
Spitting like the rest of them.
No, the gold one's just me.
You talk about bloody band -aid, I reckon I've just invented chair aid.
Any luck I might get an OBE out of this?
I'll be there in a heartbeat.
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