"STAN:" "All right, Gordon?" "GORDON:" "All right." "When is a door not a door?" "Oh, here we go." "When it's a jar!" "What's the difference between an elephant and a gooseberry?" " Gordon?" " Eh?" "What's the difference between an elephant and a gooseberry?" "I don't know." "An elephant's grey and a gooseberry's green." "Does your wife get you up in the morning?" " Gordon?" " Eh?" "Does your wife get you up in the morning?" "Well, go on, I don't get it." "What?" "I don't get it." "No." "Your wife, does she get you up in the morning?" "Oh, yeah." "She gets up, yeah." "I make sure she gets up." "Gets up and does me a bit of breakfast, like." " Don't she complain?" " No." "She don't never complain." "She's all right, your missus, isn't she?" "Yeah, she's as good as gold." "My wife don't get up." "No." "Right lady of leisure, your missus." "How is she, Harold, anyway?" "She's all right." "She's a bit worried about her mother." "Your missus going to be in this morning, is she, Gordon?" "She'll be at home, yeah." "You want to give her a knock, she'll give you a cup of tea." " Yeah?" " I told her," ""Next time you see Stan, invite him in, give him a bleeding cup of tea." ""Show a bit of bleeding hospitality." I told her." " Yeah?" "Cheers." " That's all right." "HAROLD:" "Doctor, doctor." "I think I'm a cup of tea." "Well, sit still and don't stir." "(KNOCK ON WINDOW)" " Hello, Stan." " All right?" " Yeah, fine." "You?" " Yeah." " Busy?" " No, not really." "Fancy a cup of tea, then?" "You got a minute?" " Yeah, all right." " Come on, then." "I've got the kettle on." " Do you take sugar, Stan?" " Yeah, one, please." " Only one?" " Yeah." " Gordon has three." " Yeah, I know." "Mind you, I used to take two in a mug." "I only have one now." "Because I hate them sweeteners, don't you?" "Mind you, when I was on me diet I didn't have any sugar at all." "Terrible, that was." "'Cause you had to fine yourself, see." "If you ate over your 40 points a day, that's your 1,000 calories, then you had to pay a fine." "10p for every 25 calories." " Here you are, Stan." " Cheers." "Sit yourself down." "Right." "I used to go to this slimming club, see?" "I don't go any more." "Well, I went for two years." " Yeah?" " Yeah." "I lost four stone, Stan." " Four stone?" " Yeah, four stone, I lost." "Phew." " You wouldn't think it, would you?" " No." "Here you are, look." " There's me pig." "Nice, innit?" " Yeah." "Gordon hates it." "See, I used to put me 10p fines in there, plus, at the end of the week when you got weighed, if you'd put on weight, then you used to get fined another pound." " Yeah?" " Yeah." "I had £53.70 in there by the time I got down to me target weight." "I took all the girls out for a meal." "We had a smashing time." " Want a fag?" " No, thanks, Stan, I don't smoke." "Gordon does." "There you are, Stan." "There's an ashtray." " Cheers." " Have you seen Gordon this morning?" " Yeah." " I bet he was late." "Bleeding terrible, he is." "Do you know, he didn't even pull that chain this morning." " Do you want a biscuit, Stan?" " No." "No, thanks." " Go on." " No." "No." "I bet your wife doesn't get up at 5:00 in the morning to get your breakfast, does she?" "No." "She work, does she, your wife?" "No, I'm not married." "Oh, a bachelor, are you?" "I know your sort." "About time you got round to it, innit?" "What, are you on the lookout?" "No." "I used to be married." "Yeah?" "How long have you been divorced, then?" "Oh, a few years now." "You got a job, have you?" "Yeah." "I've got a little job afternoons." " Where's that?" " British Home Stores, Stevenage." "I used to be full time, but I went part time when we got this flat." "Got any kids?" "Yeah." "I've got a little girl." "Oh, that's nice." "How old is she?" "She's 14 now." "Yeah?" "I suppose she's with your wife, is she?" "No." "Who looks after her when you're at work, then?" "She's in a home." "Oh, that's a shame, Stan." "What's the matter with her?" "Retarded, is she?" "No." "Oh, good." "Who cooks your Sunday dinner for you, then?" "I bet you miss a good dinner, don't you?" "I know my Gordon would." "He loves his Sunday dinner." "Mind you, my dad did and all." "Why don't you come round here one Sunday for your dinner?" "Be nice for Gordon to have his mate round from work." "Get you out for a change." "What do you do in the evenings?" "Oh, you know, go out for a pint." "Yeah?" "We don't go out much in the evenings." "Anyhow, when you've finished your tea, I'll show you" " round the rest of the flat, eh?" " Yeah, all right." " Want another biscuit?" " No." "No." "I won't." " Sure?" " No." "No." "I'm having one." " Do you like the quilt?" " Yeah." " Yeah, makes them easy to make, dunnit?" " Yeah." " Have you got one, Stan?" " Yeah, I have." " What've you got, a double bed?" " Yeah." "I bet that gets a bit cold on your own, dunnit?" " Yeah, it can be, like." " Yeah." "Mind you, like, ain't got no privacy in these flats, have you?" "Look at that." " Yeah." " Couldrt get up to anything, could you?" "The whole bleeding street'd know." "Like living in a goldfish bowl." " Got to keep the old curtains drawn, eh?" " Yeah." "That's why I've got me nets up." " Yeah?" " Yeah." " Yeah." "Well, I'd better shoot off." " Yeah, don't get the sack, Stan." "No." "Right." " Mind how you go now." " Yeah, all right." " Thanks for the tea." " It's all right." "Don't forget, see Gordon about coming round one Sunday." "Yeah, all right, I will." "See you, eh?" "See you." " Don't get done for speeding, will you?" " No, I won't, will I?" " I'm bleeding knackered." " Yeah?" " That bleeding hill." " Hollow Lane?" " Yeah." "Steep bastard, innit?" " Yeah." "I usually stop halfway up and have a bit of a breather, like." "You didn't try and do it in one, did you?" "I did today, yeah." "I thought I was going to snuff it at the top." "It's a mug's game." " I used to do that walk." " Yeah." "Here." "You had your leg over up there yet?" "You what?" "Have you had it away?" "What are you talking about?" "White Hill Road." "What?" "I saw your Hazel this morning." " Did she give you a cup of tea?" " Yeah, she did." "Yeah." "I told her, "Next time Stan comes round, give him a cup of bleeding tea."" "Yeah." "Nice girl." "Yeah." "She's all right, isn't she?" "Nice little place you've got there, innit?" "Yeah, I like it." "Nice little bedroom." " What?" "She show you in there, did she?" " Yeah." "Nice big bed." "Hello." " All right?" " Yes." " I'll go and get changed." " Well, go on, then." "Right." "(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)" "Sit down, Harold." "The title of that particular record, I Go to Pieces..." "Does your wife make good toast?" "That's the burning question." "... our telephone number is 015804411." "And our main topic today is baldness so we'll hand you over now to the news room and perhaps you'll join us later." "Have you been out today?" "I had a look round the garden." "Oh, yeah?" "Close, innit?" "I think I'm getting a chill." "You all right?" "Course I'm all right." "You want to be careful." "Don't you worry about me." "You going to see your mum this afternoon?" " I went yesterday." " Oh, yeah." "Harold, I do not have to visit that woman every single day of my life." "No, I know." "She doesn't appreciate it when I do go." "I don't know why I bother." "Well, she's your mother." "The relationship between me and my mother is something that you could not possibly comprehend, Harold Fish." "What's yellow and dangerous?" "Shark-infested custard." "There's no pudding." "Pour mine first." ""Pour mine first, Harold, I like it weak."" "There you are." " What's that?" " What?" "It's about this girl." "Her husband's working on an oil rig." "She falls in love with this bloke in the office." "She can't help it." "There's a chemical reaction between them." "I'm an oil sheikh." "That's funny, I'm a milk shake." "Oh, he's he'd an accident." " Who?" " Her husband." "She can't stand the torment." "You wouldn't catch me working on an oil rig." "What's that got to do with it, Harold?" "It's not about oil rigs." "Out in the North Sea?" "In all weathers?" "It's a hard life." "Harder than being a postman." "Prince Charles is a postman." " Is he?" " He's the Royal Male." "That's not funny, Harold." "# Hey, hey, wait a minute, Mr Postman" "# Mr Postman, look and see Is there a letter... #" "Oh, shut up, Harold!" " Hello, Mr Duggan?" " Yeah." "Hi." "Melody Henderson, Social Services." "Oh, yeah." "Well, may I come in?" " Yeah, all right." " Thank you." " In here?" " Yeah." "Oh, that must be Tina." "May I have a look?" "Oh, wasrt she a super little girl." " What's the record?" " Sinatra." "Oh, super!" "Are you a fan?" " Yeah." " Me, too." " You want to sit down?" " Where would you like me to sit?" " Over there on the settee." " Right." " Super room." " Thanks." " Do you mind if I smoke?" " No." " Thanks." "How about you?" " No, thanks." "Sure?" " Are you feeling relaxed?" " Yeah." "Good." "Now, this is just an informal chat so that you and I can get to know one another and talk about Tina's future." "Okay?" "All right." "By the way, Tony sends his apologies." "Oh?" "What for?" "Oh, well, he did want to introduce me to you himself, but unfortunately he didn't have time before he moved to Carlisle." "Now, first things first, shall I call you Stanley?" " Yeah, if you like." " Super." " And you're a postman, then, Stanley?" " Yeah." " I've done the post." " What, at Christmas?" "That's right, when I was a student." "I adored it." "It was super fun." "Yeah?" "So, how long have you been a postman, Stanley?" "Thirteen years now." "Tina's very proud of you." "You know that, don't you?" "No." "I didn't, as it happens." "Well, she is." "So, what year was that when you started, then, Stanley?" "1968." " Oh, I took my 11 plus in 1968." " Yeah?" " Yes." " Passed it, did you?" "Yes, yes." "I did." "So, what did you do before the post, then, Stanley?" "I worked in a bacon factory." "Oh, yes." "Oh, those poor pigs." "Afraid I don't really agree with killing animals for food." " No?" " No." "Still, now you're a postman." "I'm sure you enjoy that a lot better." "Well, it's better than being inside, innit?" "Oh, yes, of course." "Now, where were you, Stanley?" " What?" " When you were inside?" "In the bacon factory." "Oh, you mean inside, inside?" "What?" "Oh." "Well, I've never been in the nick." "You know, Stanley, you are the most important person in Tina's life." "She talked about you all the time yesterday." "But you've only been to see her four times in the past year." "I must say, I find that very disappointing." "Well, I get over there when I can." "I'm going to see her on Sunday." " Oh, you are going on Sunday?" " Yeah." "Well, you make sure you do because she'll be very disappointed if you don't." "I'll be there." "Look, I'm not trying to get, like, heavy or anything, but I do have to ask you all these questions." "Okay?" "You know, Stanley, a lot of deviant behaviour is caused by insecurity." "What do you mean?" "Tina's insecurity stems from the fact that she's never had a sense of belonging anywhere because she's been fostered out so much." "So how long have you lived here on your own, then, Stanley?" "Nearly two years now." "Ah, yes." "That's since Mrs Harper died." "Yeah." "The name's Harris." "Oh, yes." "Mrs Harris, I'm sorry." "And Mr Harris moved to Portsmouth..." "No Plymouth." "Southampton." "Went to live with my sister." "Ah, yes." "But she's your step-sister, isn't she, Stanley?" "Yeah." "She's my step-sister." "So you don't mind living on your own, then, Stanley?" "It's all right." "I bet it was a bit of a shock when your wife left you, though." "Not really." "Oh?" "So it was a mutual separation?" "No." "She just run off with some geezer." "Ah, yes." "And how old was Tina when that happened?" " Six." " Six." "That's right." "It must have all been very upsetting for her." "I don't know." "She kept herself to herself." "And did you tell her when the divorce came through?" " We never got a divorce." " Oh, you didn't?" "No." "Oh, good." "So there might even be a chance of you getting together again." "Yeah?" "No chance." "Now, Stanley, would you say that Tina was an introspective girl?" " Oh, I don't know." " Well, I think she is." "And what we've got to do is find out why." "Okay?" "If you say." "And the first thing you can do is to step up those visits." "Well, I don't like to get over there too much." "It upsets her." "Well, that's silly because it upsets her a lot more when you don't go." "Yeah, but when I do go, we don't have anything to say to each other." "Well, that's because you don't know one another." "Now, just remind me, Stanley, when was the last time Tina came to stay with you here?" "She ain't." " What, never?" " No." "Yes, of course." "And that's another thing I was going to say, Stanley." "It's terribly important that she does." "Why?" "Well, she might be in the care of the local authority, but you mustrt forget the possibility that in the long term, hopefully, she may come back and live here with you permanently." "Anyway, we can cross that bridge when we come to it, can't we?" "Well, Stanley, I think we've had a super chat and thanks very much for filling me in on a few things." "And now just before I go, I wonder if it might be okay if I have a little look round the house just to complete the picture." "Okay?" "Yeah, all right." " Up here, is it?" " Yeah." "That's mine on the left." " Oh, may I go in?" " Yeah." "Oh, it's a super bedroom, isn't it?" "It's very bright." "That must be very good for getting up in the mornings." "What's in here?" "Oh, is this where you keep all your junk, is it?" " Yeah." " Super." " And is this the bathroom?" " No." " Oh." "Where's your bathroom?" " Down there, on the left." "Oh, I see." "That's where Tina used to sleep." "Oh, really?" "Oh, yes, well, it's a good-sized little room, isn't it?" "Right." "Well, thank you, Stanley, that's super." "The bathroom's downstairs, did you say?" " Yeah." " May I have a look?" "Yeah." "You can have a piss if you want." "Oh, yes, it's lovely and clean, isn't it?" "Mmm." "Is it all right if I have a pee?" "I won't be a sec." "It was a super chat, and maybe the next time I come you can make me a cup of coffee, okay?" "Now, you won't forget about Sunday, will you?" " No." " Yeah, it's terribly important, she is expecting you." " Yeah, I'll be there." " Okay." "Bye-bye now." "He hasn't got anyone to look after him, poor bloke." "I don't what you asked him to come round here for." "Why not, you miserable sod?" "I don't want him round here." "I don't want him round here!" "You don't want no one round here, you don't." "You want to get a bleeding needle to these trousers." " What's the matter with your trousers?" " They're cutting me." "Nothing wrong with your trousers, Gordon," " it's your stomach." " I ain't fat." "Right." "I'm putting you on a diet." " I ain't going on no bleeding diet." " Yes, you are, Gordon." "I ain't fat." "I ain't fat!" " Look at Stan." " What about Stan?" "He's 42." "You ain't going to be like that in 16 years' time." "He ain't 42." "He is 42." "Are you coming or what?" " Where?" " Bed." "Where do you think?" "(BURPS)" "Oh, look, he's got no clothes on again." " Are they still on the ship?" " No, they're in his house." " What's she doing?" " She loves him." "What's she got in there?" "She doesn't know she does, but she does." "What is it?" "Oh, it's a dog." "I don't know, Harold." "Why don't you watch it yourself?" " You finished with your glass?" " No." " I'll go up in a minute." " Oh." " Good night." " Oh, fiddle." "What's the matter now?" " She's gone back to him." " Who?" "Her husband." " What, the oil rig?" " Yes." "Oh." "Good." "Good night." "(BURPS)" "Nice one!" "What did you have for breakfast?" "HAROLD:" "Gordon?" "Eh?" "What did you have for your breakfast?" "Toast." "Oh, yeah?" "I have toast." "Oh, good, Harold." "Bacon and egg." "Toast and marmalade." "And a nice cup of tea." "Why did the farmer call his pig Ink?" "I don't know, Harold, why did the bleeding farmer call his pig Ink?" "Because it was always running out of the pen." "GORDON:" "Yeah?" " HAROLD:" "Gordon?" " Eh?" "Did you hear about the Irish postman?" "No." "He was looking for the round letterbox because he had to deliver a circular." "Yeah?" "What do you call a very tall Irishman?" "I don't know." "What?" " Paddy long legs." " STAN:" "Harold?" " What?" " When are you on afternoons?" " Next week." " Thank Christ for that." "Give my ear holes a rest." "Eh, Gordon?" " Yeah." "Yeah." " Let him stay at home and drive his old woman up the wall." "STAN:" "When you're not giving her one, Harold." "# Lipstick on your collar, told a tale on you" "# Lipstick on your collar, tells you were untrue" "# Bet your bottom dollar, you and I are through" "# Lipstick on your collar, told a tale on you #" "I only ever drink beer." "Oh?" "Don't drink anything else." "Whiskey, anything like that." "Did have a whiskey, once." "I don't know how they drink it." "I'm always biting my nails." "They won't grow now." "I like going in laundrettes." "Only for a chat, I don't use them." "I never get drunk, though." "No?" "I wish I had a watch." "I ain't got a watch." " No?" " That's lager, ain't it?" " Yeah, it is." " Yeah." "I'd love a cup of tea." " Yeah?" " Yeah." "Are you tired?" "Yeah." "Do you drink tea?" "Yeah." "Yeah, and I do." "Gallons of it." "I drink potfuls in the morning." "Because some people, they just drink coffee, don't they?" "I could never drink coffee in the morning." "I wish I had a watch." "I ain't got one." "I have to keep asking people the time." "I'd love one." "Take you long to get home?" "Eh?" "Have you got far to go?" "No." "No." "I'd better be getting back." "I can't give you a lift, I've got to go somewhere." "Where are you going?" " I'm supposed to see someone." " Oh." "Have you had any dinner?" " No." " No." "Nor me." "I'd better be getting off." "I'll see if I've got me keys." " All right?" " Yeah." "I don't want to knock 'em up on a Sunday." " All right?" " Yeah." "Here!" " What did you say your name was?" " Janice." "Right." "See you." "Yes." "Ta-ra." " Morning." " Hello." " That for me?" " Yes." " Thank you." " There's another one." " What?" " There's another one." "Well, stick it through." "What?" "Through the letterbox?" " Yes, of course." " Right." "It's a nice day." " Hello, Stan." " All right?" "Do you want a cup of tea?" " Yeah, all right." " I've put the kettle on." "I'm just having a good shake out." "Come on in, then." "I'm just doing my cleaning, Stan." " Yeah?" " Yeah, sorry about the mess." "Here, sit yourself down on the settee." "(CRASHING)" "Thought you werert going to have one of them." "I ain't got many vices, have I, Stan?" " Havert you got any vices?" " No." " Well, you should have." " Yeah?" "You've got to have one or two vices, ain't you?" "To make life won'th living." "Yeah, these will see me off, won't they?" "The old cancer sticks." "What's the matter with you, then?" "Nothing." "Bleeding miserable, ain't you?" "How many cups of tea do you get on your round?" " Two or three." " What, two or three every day?" " Leave it out." " I'd better watch my Gordon, then." "Keep me eye on him." "A bit of a ferret, is he?" " What do you mean?" " Eh?" "Better not be, I'll bleeding kill him." "I'll bet he is." "I don't think he's got the energy, to tell you the truth, Stan." "What, not after he's finished chasing you round the bedroom, eh?" "Oh, yeah." "Chance'd be a fine thing." "How's your little girl?" "She's all right." "Did you take her out yesterday?" " No." " What did you do with her?" " I didn't get over there." " Oh, why's that?" "I'll bet she was disappointed." "Are you hot?" " No, not really." " Phew!" "I am." "It's going to be terrible in that shop today." "Bleeding murder, them nylon overalls." " Yeah?" " Yeah." "I don't wear anything underneath mine, either." " No?" " No." "I strip right off, I do." "What, the whole lot?" "Yeah." "I leave my tights on." "You like my shoes?" "Yeah." "I only wear me bra and pants." " Yeah?" " Yeah." "They think I'm mad down there, they do." "I get these terrible blotches." " Yeah?" " Yeah." "It's a heat flush, it is." " Yeah?" " Yeah." " There's one." "Look." " Oh, yeah." "I think I'll have a bath before I go to work." " Yeah?" " Yeah, why not?" "I've nearly finished me cleaning, I ain't got much to do." "Make a nice cool bath." "Who's going to scrub your back for you, then?" "Why?" "I scrub me own back." "Don't you get Gordon to do it for you?" "Well, he ain't here, is he?" "No, he isn't, is he?" "You finished your tea, Stan?" " No, I haven't." " You'd better drink up, hadrt you?" "You've got to get that pillar box emptied, it's gone half-past." "The day he scrubs my back," "I reckon bleeding pigs'll fly." " Yeah?" " Yeah." "You want to get him at it." " What, in the bath?" " Yeah." "You're kinky, ain't you?" "Yeah." "Do you good." "Better water my plant." "When are you coming round for this Sunday dinner, then?" "I dunno." "Shame you can't bring your kid." "Give us your cup then, Stan." "Ta." "How about next Sunday, or the Sunday after?" "Yeah, maybe." "Right." "We'll get that sorted out, then." " Yeah, all right." " See you then, Stan." "Yeah, I'll see you." "Thanks for the tea." "It's all right." "Ta-ra." "Mind how you go now." " All right, Harold?" " Hello." " You just on?" " That's right." "You going to bed?" "Yeah, you bet." "See you." "Ta-ra." "(PHONE RINGING)" "Hello?" "Hello, Stanley, it's Melody, Social Services." " Oh, yeah." " Have you been poorly?" "No." "Then what happened yesterday?" "Well, it was difficult, like." "Stanley, it's very naughty." "Well, I was going to go over there." "Then why didn't you go?" "Tina was very disappointed." "I promised to have a pint with this geezer dinnertime." "But, Stanley, you werert due there till 3:00." "Anyway, that bloke over there, he don't like it if you turn up and you've been drinking." "Yes." "Well, I don't like it, Stanley." "It just won't do." "Okay?" "Yeah." " All right?" " What do you want?" " What do you mean?" " I'm going out." "Oh, are you?" "You'd better come in." "How are you, then, all right?" "Where are you going, then?" "To see my mum." " Oh, yeah." "How is she?" " The same." "No better?" "What's it to you?" "She won't mind if you're a bit late, will she?" "She's expecting me." "Oh, I've got to buy the bread." "What's that for?" "Harold's tea, is it?" " Excuse me." " What's up?" "Nothing." "What's the matter?" "Don't you want it no more?" "That's not the point." "Here, you haven't had that old milkman round here, have you?" " No, I haven't." " Well, what's up then?" "You know." "Oh, come on." "Look, I've got to go out." "Can I have my glasses, please?" "Thank you." " Have you missed me?" " Don't." "The neighbours can see." "Have you?" " What?" " Well, have you missed me?" "I don't know." " You wouldn't understand." " What?" "How much women suffer." " Oh, leave it out." " You wouldn't." "What?" "You could never comprehend the pain." "No?" "Where does it hurt?" "Here?" " Get off." " Eh?" " No, Stan." " Come on." "Not down here." "Where then, eh?" "Where do you want it?" "Down here?" " No!" " Eh?" "Come on." "No, I've told you." " Well, go upstairs then." " My mum's expecting me." "I haven't seen her since Friday." "What's up?" "Nothing." "Don't tell me you don't want it." " Do you want it?" " I don't know." "What do you mean, you don't know?" "Look, don't mess me about, eh?" "Either you want it or you don't." "Well?" "Right." "I'll shoot off then." "Is that what you want?" "Well?" "Oi!" "I'm asking you a question, woman!" "Come on." "Don't let's mess about, eh?" "Come on." "Did you like that?" "It was all right." "And by the way, even Harold doesn't shout at me." "I didn't mean it." "Have you missed me?" "What?" "It's been at least six months, you know." "I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to see you, would I?" "I'm going to see my kid on Wednesday." "You sure you don't want any more?" "I'll have some now you've made it." "All right." "You know I like the milk in first." "Sorry." "Too late now." "No use crying over spilt milk." " Want a biscuit?" " Oh, don't be stupid, Harold." "(HAROLD NOISILY EATING)" "Don't make that noise when you're eating, Harold." " Sorry." " I'm trying to get rid of my headache." "Is it still bad?" "The pain is like a band of steel pulled tight across my temples." "Is it?" "Oh, you wouldn't know what I was talking about." "I don't know why I bother saying anything to you." "Maybe you're getting a chill." "It'll be gone by morning." "And it's not a chill." "It's tension." "Is it?" "I've got knots in my neck." "Why?" "What've you been doing?" "Nothing." "What would I be doing?" "Have you been lifting something?" "No." "I haven't been lifting anything." "I'm suffering." "I've got a lot of problems." "What problems?" "(SIGHING) You wouldn't understand." "Women have problems." "You live with someone all your life, they don't know anything about you." "I get worried about you." "There's no need to worry about me." "I can look after myself." "I look after you." "You don't know anything about me." "I'm a very desirable woman." " I know." " Do you?" "I know you're desirable." "I had men before I met you." "Lots of them, don't you forget it." "It was a long time ago." "What problems?" " What are you doing?" " Nothing." "Standing over me." "I don't want you to be worried." "Standing around like that won't stop me worrying." "Stop treading on the rug, you're squashing it." "Why don't you sit down?" "Not there, I'm reading." "It makes me hot." "You don't have to stay up here with me." "I don't need your company." "I haven't seen you all day." "Better drink your tea before it gets cold." "Don't tell me when to drink my tea, Harold, thank you." "I've had my moments." " I know." " You don't know." "You don't know the half of it." "# A, you're adorable B, you're so beautiful" "# C, you're so cute and full of charms #" "Do you want some more paracetamol?" "No." "Leave me alone!" "I've had a terrible day, terrible." "And all I get is you talking." "Why don't they have aspirin in the jungle?" "Because the "parrots-eat-them-all"!" "Where do parrots learn to talk?" "They go to the polytechnic." "Oh, for goodness sake, Harold." "Shut up!" "My nerves are in a bad enough state as it is after today." "Why?" "What happened?" "Nothing happened." "I thought you came straight up to bed," " with a headache." " I did." "I told you." "I've been in bed all afternoon." "Will you be all right if I go downstairs and watch television?" "You do that." "Well, go on then." "You can give me a shout if you want anything." "I don't want anything from you." "Are you all right?" "Yes." "Go away!" "You don't know what I've been through today." "What have you been through today?" " Nothing." " Eh?" "Nothing!" "Go on." "Go downstairs and watch your telly." "You might miss something." "# Don't throw your love away" "# No, no, no, no, don't throw your love away" "# For you may need it someday #" " Okay then, Stanley?" " Right." "MELODY:" "It's gone a bit chilly, hasn't it?" "MELODY:" "Hi, Tina." "How are you?" "I'm sorry I'm late." "Have you been waiting for me?" "Hey, look who's here." "STAN:" "All right?" "Are you surprised?" "Oh, look, Stanley." "She is surprised, isn't she?" "Who's that, Tina?" "She shares a room with me." "Oh, she shares your room, does she?" "Super." "Why don't you sit down, Stanley?" "Come on." "Hey, Tina, you'll never guess what happened." "My car's broken down again." "Your pa had to give me a lift." "Listen, I gave him a right badgering about Sunday." "He's a naughty boy, isn't he?" "I know, Stanley, why don't you tell her why you couldn't make it on Sunday?" " What?" " She wants to know, don't you, Tina?" "Go on, tell her." "Well, it was a bit tricky." "I had to meet this bloke and I got stuck." "We'll make sure it doesn't happen again, won't we, Tina?" "I bet you'd like a cup of coffee, wouldn't you, Stanley?" "Would you like to make your pa a cup, Tina?" " Okay." " Good." "Come on, Stanley." "You can give her a hand." "Now, I've got to have a few words with Mr Jackson, so I'll leave you two on your own for a while." "Okay, Tina?" "Wort be long, Stanley." "See you." "How's school?" "The same." "Look." "Sorry about Sunday." "How's it going, then?" "All right?" "It's all right." "Hold up, hold up." "Let me do that." "You'll scald yourself." "So, what do you reckon of this new bird, then?" " Who?" " Social worker." "I've only seen her twice." "Oh, yeah." "She's all right, though." " Better than Tony." " Yeah?" "I told you he was coming." "Who?" " My dad." " I didn't say he wasrt." " Did." " Bloody liar." "Hey, what's all this, then?" "She said you werert coming on Sunday." "No, I didn't." "You did." "Don't take no notice of her." "She don't know what's she's talking about." "She said you werert coming on Sunday because you were with a woman." "Oh, for God's sake." "I only said that to cheer you up because he didn't come." "Hi!" " You two been having a good chat?" " Yeah." "Oh, dear." "You are sitting a long way away from one another, aren't you?" "Hi!" "Hey, Tina, did you introduce your friend to your pa?" "What's your name?" " Kelly." " Hi, Kelly." "Would you like to come and sit over here with us?" "No." "Okay." "Does your pa visit you?" " No." " MELODY:" "Why's that?" "Because I don't want him to." "Oh, fair enough." "Hey, Tina." "How would you feel about you going to stay with your pa for a weekend sometime?" "That would be all right, wouldn't it, Stanley?" "Oh, yeah." "MELODY:" "Great." "So how about this weekend?" "How are you fixed up?" "STAN:" "This weekend?" "MELODY:" "Uh-huh." "Well, I'm, I'm working." " When?" " Saturday." "Well, what time do you finish, then?" " About 1:00." " Well, that's all right, isn't it?" "Tina could come over on Saturday afternoon and stay till Sunday teatime, couldn't you?" "MELODY:" "Okay?" "STAN:" "Yeah." "Yeah, all right." "MELODY:" "Good!" "Here." "You remember the time you got lost?" "Eh?" "Me and your granddad couldn't find you." "When was that?" "When you were a kid." "Gone for hours." "Here, we'll get a bit of dinner off my mate tomorrow, yeah?" "A geezer I work with." "Missus says she'll cook us a bit of dinner, yeah?" "Yeah." "You were hiding in this corner." "A great big rusty old television aerial you'd picked up somewhere." "Remember?" "No." "Yeah, had a load of old wire on the end of it." "We took it away from you." "Went spare." "Do you want me to take you to the pictures tonight?" "Eh?" "Yeah." "Get something to eat, eh?" "Okay." "It wasrt a television aerial." "What?" "I thought it was a curtain rail." "Don't do that." "Come on." "What did you do with your dad last night, then?" "Did he take you out?" " Where did you go?" " We went to Wimpy." "Went to Wimpy?" "That's nice." "What did you do after that?" "Nothing." "Didrt you go nowhere else?" "Tight sod, he is." "I bet you thought it was right boring, didn't you?" "Bet you're usually out with your mates on a Saturday night, eh?" "No." "Where do you go?" "Down the disco?" "Where do you go with your mates, then?" " I don't go nowhere." " Oh, why's that?" "I haven't got any mates." "Havert got any mates?" "You've got to have some mates, don't you?" "Well, I haven't." "Why not?" "Nobody likes me." "I bet you've got a boyfriend, though, eh?" "Go on, you can tell me." "I won't tell your dad." "I haven't." "What, you've never had a boyfriend?" "Used to." "When was that?" "A long time ago." "Blimey!" "You started young, didn't you?" "Eh?" "Where did he live, then?" "In Bedford." "Oh, that's a long way." "He lived with Marion." "Marion." "Who's Marion?" "Foster mum." " Whose foster mum?" " Mine." "You had a foster mum?" "Yeah, I've had lots." "Well, how long is it since you've lived at home, then?" " Dunno." " You don't know?" "Well, when did your real mum leave?" "I don't remember." " What, don't you hear from her?" " No." "What, she don't write you any letters?" " No." " What, never?" "No." "I reckon you're telling me stories, ain't you?" "No." "I've finished." "What, you're only doing one?" "Here, come on, you ain't finished yet." "I reckon you wish you'd gone down the pub with your dad now, don't you?" " Here!" "Here, Stan!" " What?" "Do you like chocolate pudding, do you?" " Yeah, it's all right." " It's great!" " Here, Stan!" "Here." " What?" " We're mates, aren't we?" " Yeah." "We're best mates." "Me and Stan." "Right?" "You and me." "I told her," "I said, get Stan round here." "Bleeding feed him up." " Bleeding liar." " Right." "Right." " Is she all right?" " What?" "Is she all right?" "STAN:" "Yeah." "All right, ain't you?" "Eh?" "Eh?" "You're all right, ain't you?" "GORDON:" "Come on, woman!" "Get the bleeding dinner on the table." "HAZEL:" "You hold your horses, Gordon Leach." "And eat as much as you can." " All right?" " Yeah." " Don't hesitate." " Right." "All right." "And don't leave what you can't eat." "Shut up, Gordon!" "Look at him, bleeding fat pig." " I ain't fat!" " Oh, yes, you bleeding are." "I ain't." "I ain't fat." " I ain't, am I, Stan?" " No." "No." "Am I, Theresa?" "Tina." "She's called Tina, you stupid sod!" "Tina." "I ain't fat, am I?" "HAZEL:" "What do you want to do this afternoon, then, Stan?" "STAN:" "I don't know." "What do you reckon?" "HAZEL:" "I thought you was going to take us out for a drive, werert you?" "Yeah, could do." "HAZEL:" "Take Tina out for half hour, shall we?" "STAN:" "Yeah, right." "All right, then." "Do you want to go for a walk, Gordon?" "Eh?" " Do you want to go for a walk?" " Get off, bleeding slapping." "No." "I don't want to go for no bleeding walk." "HAZEL:" "Right." "You don't want to go for a walk, you can do the washing up, can't you?" "I ain't doing the bleeding washing up." "I ain't going for no bleeding walk neither." "HAZEL:" "Nice up here, though, ain't it, Stan?" "It's all right, innit?" "HAZEL:" "Nice change coming out for fresh air on Sunday afternoon, innit?" "STAN:" "Yeah." "Instead of being stuck in the bleeding kitchen all the time, eh?" "Come on, Gordon, keep up." "Look at you puffing and blowing, like a bleeding old man." "HAZEL:" "I'd better get him a cup of tea before he bleeding dies of thirst." " Do you want one, Stan?" " No." "It's all right." "Go on." "Come back to our place." " Yeah?" " Yeah." "We'll go round to Hazel's and then I'll get you straight back." " What about my stuff?" " Where's her stuff, Stan?" "Oh, yeah." "It's still back in the house, innit?" "That's all right, we'll go back to your place for a cup of tea." "There you are." "You can put the kettle on for me for a change." "GORDON:" "Are we going home then or what?" "HAZEL:" "We're going back to Stars for a cup of tea then he's going to take Tina back, right?" "GORDON:" "No." " HAZEL:" "Here, Gordon." "Look at that." " Eh?" "HAZEL:" "That's how Stan looks so smart." "He hangs his uniform up when he gets home." "What are you talking about?" "I hang mine up." "HAZEL:" "Yeah, you hang it up on the bleeding floor." " HAZEL:" "What's in here, Stan?" " Another bedroom." " Is this Tina's room?" " STAN:" "No." "Yeah, well, like it used to be when she was a kid." "HAZEL:" "That's a bit sparse, ain't it?" "GORDON:" "Sparse?" "HAZEL:" "Well, she ain't got a carpet." "STAN:" "She's never here, is she?" "HAZEL:" "Well, she can't sleep in here when she comes home for good, Stan." "GORDON:" "What are you talking about?" "HAZEL:" "Well, she ain't even got a wardrobe." "Where's she going to hang her clothes up?" "A girl her age, she wants a dressing table for her own stuff." "It's like a bleeding prison cell in here." "STAN:" "It's the other bedroom." "It would break my heart that would, Stan." " Is that a rubbish room?" " Yeah." "You want to get her away from that place, you do." "STAN:" "That's where I keep all the old gear, like." "There you are." "If you clear all this lot out, this could be her room." " You could get a bedroom suite in here." " What you got in here, then?" "Oh, you know, bits and pieces." "Me and me brother used to sleep in here." " What, together like?" " No, we had two beds." "Get her a record player." "A girl her age, she wants somewhere she can bring her mates round to." "She'll be starting work soon, Stan." "You've got to think of the future." "What's that?" "What?" "Oh, it's me mother's bird cage." " Keeps birds, does she?" " Yeah, she always had a budgie." "How long has she been gone, Stan?" " Oh, near two years now." " Where's she gone to, then?" "She's dead, isn't she?" "Where do you bleeding think she's gone, you stupid sod!" " I didn't know, did I?" " That's all right." " She died in there, as it happens." " Yeah?" "What, in here?" "Yeah, in that bed." "Right state trying to get a coffin out of here." " Was it?" " Yeah." "Yeah." "Geezer dropped it, didn't he?" "Down here, the bottom of the stairs." "(GORDON SNICKERS)" " What are you laughing at?" " Nothing." " It's not bleeding funny, is it?" " Ah, it's all right." "Dad's still alive, though, isn't he, Stan?" "Yeah." "He's in Southampton with my sister." "Here!" "She says she doesn't know where he is." " Who, Tina?" " Yeah." "STAN:" "Oh, doesn't she?" "HAZEL:" "Why don't you take her down there, then?" "STAN:" "It ain't round the corner, is it?" "Southampton?" "GORDON:" "A hundred mile, innit?" "STAN:" "Easy." "HAZEL:" "He's got the bleeding car, Gordon, hasn't he?" "It's not fair on her, is it?" "Not to see her granddad." "Arert they steep, these stairs?" "Break your bleeding neck." "Havert you got a dustpan and brush, Stan?" "What for?" "HAZEL:" "You all right, Tina?" "(MY WAYPLAYING)" "(GORDON FARTS)" "Gordon!" "Bleeding peas." "There you are." "Serves you right." "Beg pardon, Stan." "That's all right." "HAZEL:" "Hasrt she got your nose, Stan?" "Yeah." "I suppose she has, hasn't she?" "Poor cow." "Nice looking though, Stan, isn't she, eh?" "STAN:" "Yeah." "Like her dad." "Do you wear a bra yet, Tina?" "(GORDON TSKING)" "What's up with you?" "You want to bleeding leave it out, don't you?" "I'm only asking her." "Eh, Tina?" "Yeah." "Well, she should do at her age." "I wore a bra when I was 12." "That man is the greatest, ain't he?" "Who's that, Stan?" "What do you mean, who's that?" "Who does your mum like?" " What?" " Bleeding Frank Sinatra, ain't it?" "Oh, him." "Old Blue Eyes, eh?" "I was a big girl when I was 12." "You want to listen to that." "Teach yourself something." "Bet you wish you had his money, don't you, Stan?" "Eh?" "Yeah, I do, don't I?" "HAZEL:" "Mind you, I reckon he wishes he had your hair, doesn't he?" "Yeah." "GORDON:" "He ain't bald." "HAZEL:" "Course he's bleeding bald." "HAZEL:" "He's had a hair transplant, hasn't he, Stan?" "Yeah, he's not in bad nick, though, is he, for a geezer of 65?" "Oh, no, no." "What's the time?" "STAN:" "Nearly 5:15." "Are we going home or what?" "No, it's all right, I'll give you a lift." "No, it's all right, Stan." "What, you walking home, are you?" "Here, I'll tell you what." "We'll jump in the motor, drop her off, go out and find a boozer in the country, eh?" "HAZEL:" "Yeah, lovely, Stan." "STAN:" "What do you reckon?" "HAZEL:" "Smashing, yeah." "STAN:" "Eh, have a pint?" "HAZEL:" "Gordon?" "I haven't had a bleeding kip, have I?" "Bleeding kip." "Can't you miss your kip for one day?" " No." " There you are." "He didn't bleeding get up till 11:30." "Lazy sod." "Here you are." "Give us your cup." "All right." "Go on." "Do the bleeding washing up, then." "Go on." "No, it's all right, leave it here." "Here hold on." "Hold on." "HAZEL:" "No, it's all right, I'll do it." "STAN:" "Don't worry about it." "Here, leave it." "HAZEL:" "I do it every bleeding day, don't I?" "(CROCKERY CLATTERING)" "STAN:" "You all right?" "How old did you say you was?" "Fourteen." "I started work when I was 15." "HAZEL:" "Stupid sod!" "How'd you like it?" "STAN:" "Don't take any notice of him, do you?" "(HAZEL MUTTERING)" "What you bleeding doing, Hazel?" "I'm doing the bleeding washing up." "STAN:" "Hello." " Where's Harold?" " He's not here." "JUNE:" "I just came round for a private talk." "But I can see you've got company." "STAN:" "What's that?" "What?" "The umbrella." "It ain't raining." "Oh." "This is June." "This is Hazel." " Who's that?" " Harold's missus." "Well?" "Are you coming in or what?" "I can't stop." "No, look, we've just had a cup of tea." "I could make her a cup of tea if you want to have a word with her." "It ain't your bleeding house, is it?" " Don't be so bleeding rude." " Don't you be so bleeding rude." "Have you got your gear ready?" " Yeah." "I'll go and get it." " Yeah, go on." "And don't throw your coat on the floor, for Christ's sake." " What's the matter with you?" " She's all right, isn't she?" "What?" "Yeah, yeah, yeah, she's all right." "Yeah." "I'll go and give her a hand." "You hold on." " All right?" " Yeah, I'm all right." "Yeah?" "Here." "Here." "Come here." "Come here." " Have a nice weekend?" " Yeah." "Yeah?" "Here." "Here, Come here." "Come here." "Come here." "Get hold of that, eh?" "All right?" "Get yourself some new shoes or something, eh?" "Okay." "Where do you live, then?" "Down the road, number 74." "Oh, yeah?" "That's handy, innit?" "You going to wash your face and hands before you go back, are you?" "Comb your hair?" "You want to mind your own bleeding business, don't you?" "Well, she ain't going back like that, Gordon, is she?" "She looks like a bleeding haystack." "What are you talking about?" "If she wants to brush her hair, wash her hands and face, she can do it on her own, can't she?" "Shut up, Gordon, will you?" "She's bleeding 14." "She ain't five." "Come on." "You got a brush?" "Go on, get your hairbrush out." " You want to leave her alone, don't you?" " Look at the state of her." "They'll think her dad can't look after her, won't they?" "You ain't her bleeding mother, are you?" "Her bleeding mother!" "Here you are." "I'll do it for you, Tina." "How long since you washed this?" "It's like bleeding straw." "Don't you use conditioner?" " Bleeding leave her alone!" " Shut up, Gordon, will you?" "You want to stop sticking your nose up people's bleeding arseholes, don't you?" "What are you standing in here for?" "Get in there." "Go on!" "I ain't bleeding hurting her." "It's full of knots." "Look at it!" "Why's she pulling that face?" "You're bleeding hurting her." "I bet she ain't brushed for a week, has she?" "Go on!" "Pull it!" "Pull it!" "That's it!" "Go on!" "HAZEL:" "Kids don't know how to brush their bleeding hair properly, do they?" "GORDON:" "She ain't a kid." "She's bleeding 14!" "HAZEL:" "What do you know about kids?" "How many bleeding kids have you got?" "Give us that bleeding brush!" "Come on, Tina." "Out." "Wait there." " Are you two coming or what?" " No." "I'm going nowhere." " Well, what you doing then?" " I'm bleeding going home." "Do you want me to drop you off?" "I thought we were going out for a drink." "STAN:" "Do you still want to go?" "HAZEL:" "Yes, I do." " STAN:" "Right." " I'll get me coat." " What's your bleeding game?" " STAN:" "What are you doing?" " I told you." " What?" " I want to see you on your own." " Oh, look, come on..." "It's all right." "It doesn't matter, I can tell when I'm not wanted." "Now listen..." "Come here." "HAZEL:" "Have you got your bleeding key?" "GORDON:" "Course I've got my bleeding key." "I won't be there when you get home, will I?" " JUNE:" "Oh, my God, it's Harold!" " You stupid cow." " Has he seen me?" " Who?" "Harold." "HAZEL:" "Bleeding stop out an all." "HAROLD:" "Hello, Gordon." "Hello." " Hello, Stan." " All right, Harold?" "Yeah." "Was that June?" "Yeah, she's here, just come round for a cup of tea." "HAZEL:" "What's she hiding in there for, Stan?" " HAROLD:" "Hello." " Come on, Harold." " You all right?" " No." " What's the matter?" " Nothing." " What've you been doing?" " Ask him what she's been doing." "Ask him what she would have been bleeding doing" " if we hadrt been round here." " What are you going on about?" "You know what I'm bleeding talking about, you dirty sod." "You want your wife, don't you?" "You want to keep your bleeding eye on her." " What?" " Come on, Harold." "HAROLD:" "All right, Stan?" "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "I've got to get Tina back." " Is this Tina?" " STAN:" "Yeah." " Hello, Tina." "Are you better now?" " What's the matter?" "Do you think she is spastic or something?" "Get round the other side..." " JUNE:" "Harold, come on!" " I'm coming." "Here's your kid's bleeding hairbrush." "No wonder you don't want her home." "You're too bleeding busy, ain't you?" "Eh?" " Where are you bleeding going?" " I'm going home." "Where do you think?" "You're going the wrong bleeding way, ain't you?" "What do you know about it?" "What do you mean, what do I know about it?" "I know these streets like the back of my bleeding hand, don't I?" "You don't know your arse from your elbow, you don't." "You be careful I don't kick you up the bleeding arse!" "You bleeding touch me, Gordon, it'll be the last thing you do." "I won't touch you, I'll strangle you." "Strangle me?" "You couldn't strangle a flea, you're so fat." " I ain't fat!" "You're bleeding fat!" " Don't you bleeding call me fat..." " You are!" " I lost four stone." " You ain't lost four stone." " I bleeding lost four stone." "You're bleeding fat." "You're a bleeding whore ar all." " What did you say?" " I said you're an whore." "What were you bleeding doing in that kitchen, eh?" "Me a bleeding whore?" "What about her, eh?" " I don't give a toss about her." " She's the bleeding whore." " What about you?" " What about me?" "What about me?" " Touching Stan, bleeding whispering." " Touching him?" "You never bleeding touch me, do you?" "You're a bleeding whore, a bleeding slag." " You never bleeding touch me!" " You're a bleeding slag." "You wouldn't have got any today." "What?" "Cigarettes." "It's Sunday." " Where were you going to get them?" " I don't know." "A shop." "The shops are all shut." "I just went out walking." "Where?" "I can go out if I want to, can't I?" "There's no law against it, is there?" "Why did Stan call you in?" "I told you." "I was passing and he asked me in for a cup of tea." "It's a bit funny." "What's funny about it?" "There's nothing wrong with me." "Well, he never called you in before." " How do you know?" " Has he?" "You don't know, do you?" "Have you been round there before?" "No, I haven't been round there before." "Well, there you are then." " He's been round here." " I know." "Not then." "Since then." "When?" "Lots of times." "When you were out." "Why?" "He comes round to see me." "You never said." "I wouldn't, would I?" " Why not?" " Why do you think?" "I dunno." "You don't know, do you?" " You really don't know." " No." "We're having an affair." "What?" "I am having an affair with Stan." "When you're out at work, he comes round here." "What for?" "Oh, my God, Harold." "What do you think for?" "We make love." "What do you mean?" "We do things, sex, in your bed, in this bed." "That's what for." "You're joking, aren't you?" "No, I'm not joking." "You're the joker." "You and Stan?" "Yes." "Me and Stan." "When?" "I don't know." "Every week." "Why?" "Because he finds me very desirable." "He always has done." "What are you going to do about it then?" "Tell your mother?" "Does your mother know?" "Oh, yes." "I went round, I said, "Guess what?" ""I'm having an affair with another postman." Stupid!" "Why do you let him come round?" "I don't let him." "We're deeply attracted to each other." " I'm attracted to you." " Are you?" "We're married." "I know that." " We're going to have children." " We're not going to have children." "I don't want children." "I never want children." "And certainly not with you." "You're always bringing that up." "You and your mother." "You've never said you didn't want children." " We were just waiting." " I hate children." "You went round to him today, didn't you?" " What if I did?" " You've been lying to me." " Don't you call me a liar." " You are a liar." "Well, what are you going to do about it?" "You're going to stop it." "Am I?" "You've got to stop it now you've told me." " You can't make me." " I can." "How?" "You're going to stop going out to work?" "You going to hit him?" "I'd like to see you." "Or are you going to hide under the bed?" "Promise you're not going to let him come round any more." "Go on." "Say it." "Say he's not coming round any more." " I won't." " Say it!" "Don't be so ridiculous." ""Mares eat oats" ""And does eat oats" ""And little lambs eat ivy" ""A kid'll eat ivy, too" ""wouldn't you?"" "(KNOCK ON DOOR)" "Yeah, Dave Nutter, Social Services." "Call me Dave." "Can I come in?" " Yeah, all right." " Cheers." "Here you are, come in the kitchen." "Have a seat." " Roll up?" " No." "No, thanks." "As you know, I went to see Tina last week, and as you are well aware, she's physically fine, no complaints there." "And as you also know from her recent visit here, which she did actually appreciate a lot," "she is, let's say, emotionally unstable." "Now, I hope this doesn't sound too daunting, I mean, it's natural to, um, to think of these kind of introductory meetings" "for want of a better word a "get to know" session." "You'll find that over the weeks, we shall establish, hopefully, a bond, a rapport" "that will be beneficial to Tina in the predicament she finds herself in." "I'd just like to say that I can appreciate the upheaval that you must have suffered through Melody Hendersors abrupt and frankly disgraceful departure." "I mean, I'm not setting myself up as an apologist in any sense, but" "I think what she did was a shallow and empirically self-motivated action that should be abhorred, really." "I mean, it's indicative of her quiche Lorraine attitude, if you see my point of view." "And basically her Utopian ways of doing it without any clear scientific basis for the actual case concerned will not be repeated, I assure you, by me." "And if there's anything, really, that you want to talk to me about which concerns Tina, or peripheral sub-structure issues like financial worries or environmental worries or social worries," "I mean, they are all, of course, contributory infra-structure causes and they also affect the case directly, so I've really got to know all about them, and without being patronising or snooping or any of that kind of thing that one does" "unfortunately find from the unacceptable face of social work." "So basically, what I've got to decide with you, is what is best for Tina, especially with her wish that she wants to leave school in two years' time." "We've got to face that and overcome that obstacle, basically, because there are..." "I'll make no bones about it a lot of obstacles to overcome." "As you know this society doesn't cater for human need, it caters for human greed." "I mean, there are problems to overcome but I can assure you that together united we stand, basically, we shall overcome those very repressive, fascist, basically, not in the sense of a petite bourgeoisie moving in a decayed society in a Marxist sense," "but a fascist in the overall macro-definition of means." "Eventually, our objectives will be decided upon, but it can be guaranteed that what would be best is if she actually came back to live here." "But that might seem a bit sudden at the moment, but I'm sure it's something we all want to work towards in the end and we'll find a way of doing it." "And have you any questions you want to ask me?" "Yeah." "What's the kettle for?" "Ah." "This has, in actual fact, been loaned to me by a colleague because the person I was living with, who shall remain nameless, has unfortunately eloped to the sunnier climes of the metropolis to live with a merchant banker which, of course, is her prerogative." "She's taken all her possessions with her, including her kettle." "Actually, it really gets on my tits." "Well, let's not be sexist about it, it really gets on my chest." "It's a clear case of commodity fetishism at its most naked." "It gives us a new interpretation of the principal that property is theft." "Yeah?" "What've you brought it in here for?" "Well, the lock on my car is broken and I was worried it might get nicked." "Because I wouldn't blame anyone for actually nicking it round here, because they do have an underlying need, basically, if our society is only going to teach people the ability to steal, which is the underlying ethos of capitalism" "in its most naked form, and why not?" "If a need is a kettle... (DAVE CONTINUES RAMBLING)" "(DAVE CONTINUES RAMBLING)"