Strawberry Fields Page #2

OK.

We'll keep it between ourselves,

won't we? Hmm?

Of course.

Why are you sat here?

Get up!

Come on!

I think it's Tammy's turn to get laid.

Oh, my God!

Put it out!

Hurry up! It's on fire!

Oh, God! It's on fire!

Let's swim. Swim? Let's go swimming.

Come on. Let's swim!

Come on.

I'll do it if you do it.

OK. F*** it!

OK, go.

Ready? OK.

OK.

Come on!

F***! Come on!

Come on! Come on!

Come on.

Yeah!

F***ing yes!

Go on.

You have been undressed before,

haven't you? Of course.

Your ex? Hmm. Yeah.

Is he definitely an ex?

Well, yeah.

Maybe I should explain.

Are you spoken for?

Spoken for? Hmm. No. Sure?

I'm sure.

Good.

Oh, you're being so gentlemanly.

Me?

Yeah.

You're being so nice to me.

You're right, I'm being far too nice.

Horny!

Handsome!

Good morning, sis.

Time for a bit of fruit picking!

You're normally posting letters

about now,

but picking fruit

will make a refreshing change.

She's your sister?

My sister's name is Gillian.

And she lives a few miles

down the road with me in Kent.

Nowhere near Scarborough.

I don't live with you. You do.

And I'm the arts student,

you are a post woman.

I don't want to live with you.

You don't seem like sisters.

No, they don't.

I prefer Tammy to Gillian.

Tammy.

I get it, it sounds like Sammy.

I think she'd prefer

to be on her own.

Yeah?

She made up these stories, not me.

But you were the one

that followed her.

She doesn't want you here.

Go away!

Kev, we've got to go

into work today.

Kev, they're going to kick...

I know!

I composed you a song.

No. Yes.

# Emily, I've been born

with all the luck

# It's like a man

who win a nice truck

# Emily, I love your smile

# It's possible we run a mile

# We find a bush to lie behind

# Your body's always in my mind

# Emily, your hair is sunshine

# Emily, your eyes is nice

# And, Emily,

I'd like you to be mine

# Emily, come to

my caravan tonight! #

Urgh!

Bravo!

Do you like it? Really? Really?

I'm knackered!

Me, too.

You know, you don't look

like a Gillian,

you are more like a Tammy.

I suppose that's not right either.

There's nothing wrong

with being a postwoman.

I know.

It's a good job. Oh, shut up!

I don't have to justify

myself to you.

I know you're all laughing at me.

No, we're not.

All right?

These strawberries are lousy, Tammy.

It's Gillian. Look, they're really poor

quality and look, they're all mixed up.

You'll have to re-sort the lot.

That'll take me hours!

Well, you should know

good from bad by now.

I mean, can't you tell

the difference? I dunno!

It's pretty obvious. Is it? Yeah.

I'm sorry, I can't accept 'em.

Oh, f*** it!

F***ing stupid job!

It's a day's wages. F*** it!

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