Saturday Night and Sunday Morning Page #3

I'm glad someone thinks it's funny.

Have a drink, while you're here.

- All right, I'll have a small shandy.

- Small shandy, please.

What's that you're drinking?

It looks like treacle.

- Beer and stout. Try a drop.

- No. I tasted it once, it was horrible.

I'm not a boozer, either, but I'm going

fishing, and I like a drop beforehand.

Just a minute, I'll take these to mum.

- You've been taking your time.

- I've been waiting to get your crisps.

Another beer and stout.

I won't be long.

I'm just talking to this bloke I know.

- Is your mum a bit deaf, then?

- Yes, she is, a bit.

No, thanks, I don't smoke.

- What's your name?

- Doreen.

- Rotten name, ain't it?

- What's wrong with it?

Mine's Arthur. Neither of them is

up to much but it's not our fault, is it?

- Where do you work, then, Doreen?

- Me?

Iris's, the hairnet factory.

I've been there ever since I left school.

All right, I will have a fag.

I'm in the engineering trade myself.

Drink up. Have another shandy.

It's your mother's anniversary.

No, thanks.

What do you do in the week, Doreen?

Do you ever go to pictures?

Only on Wednesdays. Why?

That's funny, I go on Wednesdays.

- Which one do you go to?

- The Granby, as a rule.

I'll see you next Wednesday, then, at 7:00.

Fast worker, aren't you?

All right, but not in back row.

I can't see unless I sit in back row.

If I get any nearer to the front,

the picture gets all blurred.

You want glasses, by the sound of it.

I'll get some, but they make me look like

a cock-eyed rent collector.

I expect they do.

- I'll see you on Wednesday, then.

- All right.

Don't be late.

I won't be, but if I am,

you'll just have to wait, won't you?

I noticed that girl meself this morning.

Smashing bit of stuff.

Shouldn't think she'd want aught to do

with a madhead like you.

They all want a good time.

That's what you all think.

This one looks different.

First kiss and she'll expect

an engagement ring.

I took a tip from the fishes.

Never bite unless the bait's good.

I won't get married till I'm good and ready.

- Got to get married sometime, right?

- Why don't you try, then?

Ain't found anyone who'd have me yet.

It costs too much to get married.

A lump sum down

and your wages a week for life.

- Most blokes got nothing else to work for.

- I have.

I work for the factory,

the income tax, and the insurance already.

That's enough for a bit.

They rob you right, left, and center.

After they've skinned you dry,

you get called up in the army and get shot.

That's how things are.

It's no good going crackers over it.

All you can do is work and hope

one day something good will turn up.

Maybe. But you've got to be as cunning

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