Cemetery Junction Page #2

Eat the flies if you're hungry.

Fussy little bleeder.

-No, no. That's enough of that.

-I'm joking.

I'm not having that on while we eat.

It's revolting. Switch it off.

-I'm not getting up. Don't look at it.

-Here he is.

Where were you last night?

Dirty stop-out.

-I stayed at a mate's place.

-Oh, yeah? What mate?

Don't worry, he's a policeman.

-So he'd have kept you out of trouble?

-Oh, yes. We were very secure.

--in the afternoon,

one piece of bread.

These humble scraps of food are....

They're pretty when they're babies,

aren't they, the blacks?

I saw one in the hospital

when I was having Len.

Yeah. To be honest, I think

the little half-castes are prettiest.

When they're little they are, yeah.

Well, I feel sorry for them

more than the poor ones, really.

They're not one thing nor the other.

Blacks don't like them

because they got a bit of white.

Whites don't like them

because they got a bit of black.

-Sad, really.

-It is sad.

-You lot don't half-talk some bollocks.

-Language in front of your nan.

He's got too much

of what the cat licks its ass with.

-What does that mean?

-You've got too much lip.

Cats don't lick their asses

with their lips. It's their tongue.

Stop answering back.

You know what she's talking about.

You've got no respect.

I know why.

Because he wears a suit to work.

Thinks he's better than his dad.

That don't mean nothing.

One day he's gonna realize

he's like the rest of us.

You listen.

He knows what he's talking about.

-You'll never amount to anything.

-Exactly.

Because he never amounted

to anything.

What do you mean,

I never amounted to anything?

-You know what I mean.

-I don't. I've got two jobs.

-Two jobs?

-Yeah.

Working in a factory all week,

window-cleaning at the weekend.

-What kind of life is that?

-Window-cleaning is my business.

-Not proper business.

-How do you make that out?

-Cleaning windows?

-Yeah.

It's almost like begging.

It's not a proper job.

It's not in the Bible. It's pathetic.

-Go to your room.

-What for?

-Talking back to your elders.

-What is this, a Navajo village?

If I'm telling him off about swearing...

...why are you coming out

with cats' a**holes?

-"Bollocks" is worse than "ass."

-It's not.

Cats' a**holes

are worse than any bollock.

What would you rather have

in your head?

-Bollocks or a cat's a**hole?

-Len.

I don't want bollocks or asses

in my head.

Well, don't say it, then.

You're a lodger here.

-That's enough.

-I pay my pension every week.

Doesn't even cover your cheese

and crackers and omelet every day.

No wonder you're bloody constipated.

You're egg-bound.

"What am I selling?"

"I am selling security.

A great advantage

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