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From the Longhut Lake, with an ocean breeze, to the Duff, and to the rain of
London City.
We come from the sun, to live in the coal, I miss Mirama, want my coconut
Let's keep the music sweet, wind up the awareness field.
Sorry, party.
I knew Desmond had hidden some spray somewhere.
Right.
You want something to read?
Desmond heard that Pat Larry had a better selection of magazines.
So now he's bought everything from Jamaica Gleaner to Australian Women's
The closest we ever got to having an Australian in here was a man named
Have you got to give the customers what they want, my sweet?
Yes. Listen to this one, Desmond.
Dear Aunty Rose.
My husband snores terribly in bed.
I have tried every remedy but to no avail.
What should I do?
Tired of Stoke Newington.
That's an easy one. They're tired of Stoke Newington.
Go on and sleep in another room and let the man have a good night's rest.
What about this one?
Dear Hillary, I've been married for 20 years to the most outrageous threat. He
can't leave other women alone.
At parties, he's like an octopus.
He seems to have his arms around every woman there.
Help, please.
Neglected of Newport Pagnell.
Um, they're neglected of Newport Pagnell.
An octopus has four pairs of arms. If he saves a pair for you, what are you
worried about?
Why, my wife was jealous, too.
Of what?
Yeah, you seem to have a talent for this, Des. A real...
insight in the people's problems. You think so?
I can't believe these people get money for saying what is simple common sense.
Money? You mean people get paid for this? Yeah, yeah, of course they do,
Yeah, maybe you should have your own column in the Gazette. Dear Desmond.
Is that right got a problem, Paige? Nah, wish you did.
Why? What's the matter, Sam? Oh, nothing, Mrs.
Ambrose. Where's Princess today?
Shall you tell you don't want that dog in here? This is not a poodle pile -up.
Please, Desmond. It's okay.
I've got to go.
Well, what about your drink?
Something's not right with young Sam.
Maybe you should talk to dear Desmond.
So, Desmond Ambrose, you think you can give people advice about their problems?
You think I should sleep on the couch while you snore at night, making a noise
like a pig running for a bath?
Well, listen to me.
And I suppose you think flirting is all right, isn't it, Desmond?
Yeah, man.
All right, all right, leave for fire lawn.
You want to take some of your own advice.
What's happening, guys?
Oh, what, you're not still reading those magazines, are you?
What a waste of time.
So, you want to see this article on Robin Givens? Oh, well, maybe just a
look.
So you have time to spare from your studies for Robin Givens and not for
mother? Yeah, but, Mum, it's Robin.
Anyway, I've got to take a break sometime.
Give my brain a chance to assimilate all this knowledge it's taken in, you know.
And what are you studying, my fine young university student, son?
Biology, Dad. I recommend constant revision.
I recommend having a good time. Life is too short.
He'll have a good time later.
Mum's right.
Study and qualifications come first.
I mean, you've got to look to the future, innit?
Speaking of which, where's my horoscopes?
Here. My stars in the fisherman's echo says I'm going to land something really
big this weekend.
Does that mean you're going to have a whale of a time with some old trout?
Horoscopes, problem pages, oh, I don't know.
You ought to thank your lucky stars you never had any problems you had to
discuss with strangers.
That is because we can talk over our problems with our friends.
So who do you talk to then, Dave? Well,
there's a very fortunate individual who has never had trouble on his doorstep.
Because when trouble comes knocking, it's no response.
Jelly babies.
Sorry, I didn't have any chocolate.
What's all this in here, lovely?
This is my latest little money spinner, Des. A taxi service by motorbike.
Entrepreneurial or what, eh? So instead of wheeling and dealing, you're dealing
and wheeling.
No,
no, no. Just zigging and zagging through the gaps in the traffic. Oh, well, you
could say you're filling a gap in the market.
I don't understand the constant desire of people in this country to want to go
faster all the time.
In Africa, we take our time.
Relax and enjoy life.
I agree with Matthew. You know, things should be run in African and West Indian
time. There must be a balance. As you walk along... Life's Highway, you must
take time to smell the flowers by the wayside.
What, in Peckham?
Anything you can smell along the wayside around here? Yeah, yeah, yeah. And I
ain't starting to sniff that.
Listen, this taxi service is for people for whom time means money.
What, like models and photographers going to shoots and that?
Yeah, I tell you what, Des, you want to try getting caught in the traffic when
they charge you £500 a morning?
Same. Yeah.
Captains of industry, lawyers, barristers.
Punters with loads of disposable desks.
Are you sure this isn't dangerous, all this zigging and zagging?
Sure. I've been ducking and diving all my life and I'm still here. A little bit
of zigging and zagging ain't going to hurt.
Touch wood, Lee.
Don't tempt Providence.
What about our business arrangement on the stall, Lee?
Yeah, Matt. I meant to speak to you about that.
What are you selling just now, Matthew?
Lucky Gambian pendants.
Each one has been individually blessed by a holy man.
How many of you sold?
Three.
One of them came back. The geezer only had it five minutes and he fell and
his arm. He had a pint. A sore pint.
Well, I don't know how you're ever going to get insurance to drive passengers to
leave. You might as well stick to this.
Well, as it happens, I've got insurance.
Oh, we'll have later today.
I mean, clean license, no previous claims. Once I get my medical results
I'll be all set.
So instead of having a lucky Gamby watch that's not round me neck, I'll have
Naomi Campbell.
If you prefer one of those, you need your head examined, mate.
But Lee, why do you do all these dangerous things, eh? First boxing, then
business with my tube, and all this taxi -mate nonsense.
Listen, some of us, we're made of different stuff.
We just crave life on the edge there. Then you should try living on a pension.
Yeah, or an allowance. All right, Grant.
I'm glad Michael never went in for anything dangerous.
Dangerous? Michael?
His idea of danger is adding up a column of figures without a calculator.
What you said?
How's it going, mate?
Oh, come on, Sam. I heard you was feeling a bit down. What's occurring?
It's my princess. Oh, women trouble.
Listen, Sam, women trouble, eh?
See, the thing with women, you've got to really know your stuff.
See, they're really tricky in the clinches. None of this Marcus and
stuff.
All's fair when love and war, see? You need an expert in your corner showing
all the right moves.
So what's with this princess, then? She's a dog.
Well, beauty's in the eye of the beholder, Sam, but I'm sure she's a
girl. No, she is.
A dog.
Oh, a dog dog?
Yeah. She's not well.
The rest can put her to sleep.
Oh. Well, I suppose it's for the best, though. There's no point in her
suffering. Look, these things happen in life, Sam. It's all part of growing up.
I've seen it all.
Yeah. I was in home once.
No parents.
No dogs either.
That was tough.
My granny died last year. That was tough.
I'm sorry.
Look, Sam, you've just got to roll with the punches, mate, because life just
keeps throwing them at you.
Think positive.
We'd go for walks in the park.
I'd throw a stick in the pond.
And she'd jump in and catch them with her teeth.
Oh, she was a game old girl, your grandma.
Oh, Jesus, stupid.
I'm going to miss her.
Listen, why don't I give you a lift on the bike and we can chat some more?
You could be my first customer.
Yeah, but I don't have any money.
Oh, forget it. You could buy me a pack of crisps or something.
A woman's work is never done, eh, Popeye?
Two lumps, please.
I'll give you two lumps, sorry.
Why do men object to doing this dimplet of task, eh?
As if making tea was an affront to your masculinity.
That's easy to explain, my sweet. You see, men are traditionally hunter
-gatherers, while women are nest -builders and homemakers. Thank you,
Hunter -gatherers, the last thing I saw you hunting for Desmond was your reading
glasses.
And the only thing you lot gather around here is dust.
Well, I suppose we could all go out and do dangerous jobs like me.
I could open a school for bungee jumping.
That I would like to see.
And maybe, Matthew, you can do something that would really terrify him, like
getting a job.
Or, Pop, I could try something really dangerous, like reading a book without
pictures in it.
For your information, Matthew, I do a dangerous job.
I live in fear of my life every day.
What, you mean on lollipop duty?
Surely, pork pie, the drivers respect you with your yellow coat and your
Who's talking about drivers?
I'm talking about the kids.
Hey, rock -a -poop pilot, you forgot the toast.
Hey, Sean, do you ever see yourself in a perilous profession?
Ah, not while I'm breathing.
Oh, keep still, now, Wilbert.
I'll tell you what, sweeping up around here while Pops is waving his razor
around can be pretty risky. No risk, no pocket money.
The biggest risk we take today are with career choices.
I mean, by the time you go for a job, you find the whole sector's dead,
finished. That's why I'm a barber.
People will always have hair.
I'm not a musician because people will always have taste.
Yeah, well, I'll be all right. Because the more qualifications I get, the more
options I'll have. Well, better get back to my studies.
Yeah, better keep your strength up. Oh, yeah.
Well, I think we all lack the necessary qualifications to live Lee's life on the
edge. Yeah, what might that be, Tony?
Gut shell.
Good old -fashioned bottle.
Are you saying that we're cowards?
Oh, no, I am. I mean, I had to pat this bird in, right, cos she kept getting
into fights with people.
Did you ever ask her where all her aggression was coming from?
Yeah. Then she took a swing at me.
So you knocked it on the head before she knocked you on the head?
Taking risk is not always a matter of bravery.
The chances of anything really serious happening to you can be worked out
statistically. The odds are very small indeed.
What was the bravest thing you ever did, sir? Marry Desmond against my father's
wishes.
Yes, but he's still approved in the end.
Then what about you then, Des?
Well, Tony, courage doesn't always come in the blood and guts variety.
Coming to this country took a lot of nerve.
And a lot of nagging. And a lot of pushing and shoving.
and kicking and screaming.
I still came first. I was the pioneer.
He came to scout out the territory.
He came during one of the hottest summers England ever had. And then he
back to Guyana and said the climate was perfect.
We all arrived here in February wearing our lightest clothes. It was freezing.
Weeks after that, people thought West Indians were blue.
You haven't had an accident?
I've just come back from the hospital.
I've got my medical results back.
They found a shadow on one of my x -rays. What?
Probably from my boxing days. What did the doctor say?
I've got to go back tomorrow for a brain scan.
You're going to rub the pattern off that cup.
Try and relax.
Sorry, Cheryl.
Lovely cuppa.
You haven't touched a drop.
Oh, you haven't said anything to Sean and Gloria, have you?
Gloria won't be back until the weekend. And I thought it best not to tell Sean.
What with the study now.
Of course not. Guys don't do enough to the show.
Oh, this is not a cheerful leave we all know and love.
Everything's going to be fine.
My motto is never say die.
Die.
No one had up until now.
Yes, well, these things can be caused by faulty machinery, tired nurses and
doctors, anything.
You mustn't think the worst, Lee. Yeah, I know.
Think positive.
Shirley, you remember old Kubal Bartlett back home? Apart from here, old Kubal
had everything.
Rich, was he? No, he just had everything. TB, typhoid.
He defied medical science. You know, his doctor wanted him to donate his body to
the hospital after he... Well, he outlived the doctor.
Hello, full -time Matthew.
Daisy's just telling us about old Cuba Bartlett.
Oh, yes, I remember him. When we were leaving to come to England, Cuba was on
his last legs with the fever.
Not a picture of her, then.
Fifteen years later, walking on Brixton High Street, who should I see buying a
woolly hat to cover up his ball head?
Old Kubo outlawed it himself.
He didn't want to catch a cold.
There you go, Lee.
If old Kubo could survive that, you'll be fighting fit in no time.
So what happened then? Old Kubo's still around?
No, he died the very next week.
Walking down the street and Bradham just keeled over, deader than a red mullet
on a barbecue.
So what fine is Snoop with old Kubel, then? He was struck by lightning.
Oh, yes, quark lightning.
In Brixton.
Poor old Kubel. Not much left for medical science, then, eh?
Come along, Lee. We mustn't be late for your appointment.
Appointment with fear.
Come on.
Lesser that nonsense.
Oh, thanks, Cheryl.
Good luck, as if you'll need it.
I hate hospitals.
I mean, how do they expect people to get any better when there's all these sick
people around?
I have fond memories of hospitals.
I brought three children into the world in hospitals.
It's not all doom and gloom, you know.
Never thought of it like that, Cheryl.
Lee, think positive.
You're right, Cheryl.
A bloke like me's got a lot of living to do, girl. That's the spirit.
Mind you.
What bird's going to want to go out with a bloke with half his brain missing?
Well, this one didn't do too badly.
Now, see, that idea of your brain is definitely working.
Mr Stanley?
Yes.
Why is it?
That whenever you want to be busy so you don't have time to think, there's
nothing else to do but think.
You know you're right.
In the end, gentlemen, time is all we have.
Three score years and ten.
That's 70 to you, Popeye.
Why are we so gloomy? Life is for living. And there's nobody more alive
Lee. I'm with you, Des.
I mean, what would you rather do, guys? Live your life to the full or play safe?
At least Lee's done it his way.
Yeah, Lee's got a voice in him that says, go for it.
The voice of youth.
I used to hear it once.
When you're over 50, another voice says, take it easy, old fool. You try to kill
me?
There's always a price to be paid for fast living.
There's an old African saying.
If you dance with a crocodile, you must be prepared for the music to stop.
Can the way you live your life now determine what will happen to you in the
afterlife?
Well, in Africa, we believe we find ourselves in death.
If you have lived a virtuous life, death is a thing to be welcomed and
celebrated. You mean you wouldn't mind if I dance on your grave?
My idea of heaven is a seat in the pavilion at all the West Indies test
and a never -ending bottle of rum.
That my son, Michael, gets to sit next to me.
He won't be back for
ages.
What's the matter? Is something wrong with Lee? Not exactly.
It's something to do with going to hospital, isn't it?
No, no, Sam. What makes you say that? The way you're talking.
The vet sounded exactly the same when he told me about Princess.
The way you talk? Yeah. She had to be put to sleep yesterday.
Oh.
And he talked me through it, told me to deal with it, you know?
What, and you reckon Des here sounds just like the vet?
Yeah, Des, get out my clothes, kid.
Don't forget, vets sniff other things as well.
What's up?
You can tell me. He said I should roll with the punches.
Just take a seat, Sam. We'll tell you all about it.
Yes, come and sit in the barber's chair. Uh, no fit. I don't want people to
think I'm a haircut Desmond.
with the plungers, by the way.
You know, I bet it was that six rounds in 89 with Haymaker Harris.
You know, he caught me with a pretty rocking left.
God, I had these piercing headaches for months.
I zigged when I should have zagged.
I'll get us some.
Sean, what are you doing here? Well, I came as soon as I heard, didn't I? I
to be with you.
You're going to be poor, you know.
Hey, how could a peck on Prince be anything else, eh?
Lee, how come I was the last one to know?
Well, sometimes you put off telling bad news to your friends, you know, to
protect them, I suppose.
Well, so when was you going to tell me then, when you were dead?
Come on, Lee, man, I look upon you as a brother, you know what I mean? And
brothers, we're just supposed to be there for each other.
Yeah, I'll come to your exam, shall I? Help you out.
You're a smart guy. How come you never got any qualifications?
When I was 16, right, I was faced with an awesome decision, mate.
What, classics or science?
O -levels or girls.
And?
I'm still studying.
I just hope I'll be able to sit a few more exams.
You know, they're going to look inside that head of yours and see all these
wicked deals and schemes running around in there, you know what I mean? You're
going to be safe, man.
Sean Ambrose, what are you doing here?
Cheryl, I'd like him to be here.
So when are you going to get your results?
Any moment now.
like perplexed of Beckham.
There's only one person that can help with this kind of problem.
Come on, guys, cheer up.
What if there really is something wrong with Lee and he comes back and sees you
like this?
You've got to have a positive attitude, Lee says. That's what you've got to
have. You're right, Sam.
We must remain hopeful.
I haven't seen the shadow yet that Lee couldn't outbox.
In Shirley's absence, I'll be mother.
Milk with sugar, Daisy.
Johnny. The staff can look after themselves.
Themselves? There is only me.
It's funny. Lee said Shirley was like his mom, too.
Shirley has been a mother to us all, one time or another.
Except me. She's my wife.
But you're always complaining that she treats you like a child. That's because
he always behaves like one. Oh, Shirley!
Wesley! Oh, God.
Lee, they operated straight away? Oh, my second wife.
Tell us the worst. Oh, relax, everybody.
Lee is perfectly all right.
So what's this blaster, then?
Well, when the doctor told Lee he was going to be all right, he was so
delighted, he leapt up, raced down the corridor and walloped into a door with a
20 -caliber.
He ended up in casualty.
But I've got the nurse's phone number, though.
I knew you'd be all right. Oh, yeah, right.
I bought you crisps.
Oh, thanks. My first paying customer.
Oh. Here, Sean, you have these.
I'm not in the mood for hedgehog flavor.
What was the shadow on the x -ray?
Lee.
It must have slipped down behind my head as I lay on the x -ray table.
He was wearing it for luck.
And you said I should have my head examined.
Well, he's all right, so they must be lucky.
Matthew, I'll have one.
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