Brassed Off Page #2

a decision, Iike.

HeIIo, love, can we help?

ls this the Colliery Band rehearsal?

No, love, t'band's on Tuesdays.

Tonight's origami class.

Take no notice, fIower.

Can I help?

I'm staying at the pub. I play

the fIugel.

WeII, sort of dabble.

Mrs Foggan said...

WeIl, she said you might let me

play with you.

Down, boy, down.

l know it may sound Iike we need all

t'help we can get, but sorry love...

l mean, usuaIIy, as a ruIe,

we don't ...

aIlow, you know, outsiders.

Aye, I understand that,

except l'm ...

not strictly an outsider. I were

born in GrimIey.

Is that right, Iove?

What's your name?

Gloria.

-GIoria...?

-Stits.

GIorious tits.

Ernie.

MulIins. GIoria Mullins.

Arthur's GIoria?

-You're Danny, aren't you?

-Aye.

-I didn'tthink you'd still be...

-AIive and kicking?

-Oh aye Iove, just about.

-No, l meant leading the band.

Yes.

Well come in, park your bum,

park yourseIf somewhere.

If you didn't know him, you'd have

heard of him, Arthur Mullins...

this young lady's grandad.

Best bandsman l ever played with.

Bravest miner

I ever worked with.

Closest friend I ever had, till his

lungs packed in in '79.

-Sorry, Iove.

-lt's true.

Good to see you back. Excuse me a

moment, GIoria, I'm just collecting.

Jim, what were you saying?

Something about t'present cIimate?

Oh aye, l was saying, Iike...

despite present cIimate...

you can always rely on our continued

and whole-hearted...

-support for the cause.

-Oh, aye. Solidarity.

Thick and thin, and alI that.

Lend us a fiver.

SoIidarity.

Do you remember me?

-Barry? Barry Andrews?

-Andy Barrow.

Andy Barrow.

-God, you haven't changed a bit.

-You have.

-What are you up to now, then?

-This and that, y'know, keeping busy.

Hey, that's not...is it?

He Ieft it me in his will. Couldn't

let it go to rust, could I?

Clever oId sod. Even when he were

gone he made sure l'd take it up.

WelI I know it won't be t'same, but

it'd be loveIy just to hear it again.

-OK.

-What do you know?

Well, l've been practising...

-Rodrigo's Concerto D'A ranjuez.

-You what?

-Orange juice to you.

-Oh, aye.

-l'm a bit wobbly stiII.

-Don't you fret, pet.

Wobbly'd be too

good for this Iot.

Paul, the music. Bernie, get her

a stand.

OK, everyone.

AlI right?

Are we aIl together?

Andy, Iad, are you with us?

Poor Iad. Still got your mind

on that pit?

All right lads.

Rodrigo's Concerto...

D'Orange Juice.

And she calIs that wobbly.

-Well done, lass.

-Well done, love.

BIoody great.

-You doing anything at the weekend?

-No.

Right lads, listen up.

SaddIeworth tomorrow.

14 villages, love. Contest in each.

AII at the same time. Cash prizes.

So, any road, lads...

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