England Is Mine Page #2

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Which is where?

The Inland Revenue.

Is it true they all have webbed feet?

You do know there is more to life

than dark satanic mills.

There was a rambling garden.

Gravestones,

elderberries.

Alfred sat in the pagoda, looking

longingly at his winklepickers.

Sounds like.

Dickens.

Dickens?

Just me.

Steven Patrick Morrissey.

A man who decided to dedicate his life

to working for the tax man.

Where he stamped documents,

and licked envelopes,

beautifully.

Oh, so beautifully.

Seriously, you can't be

happy working in that place.

Oh, I am as merry as the days were long.

You can't beat me.

Shakespeare.

You can't beat me, don't even try it.

Just be yourself.

Everyone else is taken.

Oscar Wilde.

Sh*t...

Oi.

She's hot, ain't she?

Oh, no.

I use her sh*t for toothpaste.

Let me take you in, and show you everybody.

Haha!

The wanderer returns.

How many days has it been?

It is six.

We'll discuss it later.

Now I would like to introduce

you all to Christine.

Christine is going to be

shadowing young Steven.

And keeping an eye on him, I expect.

So Steven, if you would like

to give Christine the tour,

show her how things are done around here.

Is that okay, Steven?

You don't say much, do you?

If you want me to help with

anything, just let me know.

Do you have any bullets?

What?

So do you have much auditioning experience?

I keep a list of people I dislike.

Terry seems nice.

- Terry?

- Mr. Leonard.

Well, if you like men who have a

penchant for arcane numerical systems...

- Do you always talk like that?

- What?

Like what?

By using big words.

Your voice is sort of funny. You're

not, like, posh. Are you from Bolton?

Hello.

May I see Steven?

Who is it?

There is a girl at the door to see Dierdre.

Eh, was he expecting you?

Linder. No, he's not expecting me.

Might as well go on up, love.

You'll have to bang on the door.

Hold on.

What are you doing here?

Was that you?

Mmm, no...

I thought you said we were meeting in town.

Christ.

It's like a museum in here.

You're gonna put the kettle on then?

We don't wanna be late though.

Nobody watches the support bands.

I do.

Milk and two sugar, Steven.

Just, just, just...

Please don't touch anything.

I won't.

Right.

Do you think you can

hand some of these out?

I don't think that's your target audience.

I told you.

Think big, Shakespeare.

Think you've got an admirer.

Oh, God.

You know him?

I think he plays guitar.

He certainly knows you.

Just stop staring at him.

Excuse me, mate. Have we met before?

You're not in a band or anything?

No, he's not yet. You?

Well, trying to get something together.

- I'm Billy,

- Linder.

This is mute here is Steven.

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