44 Inch Chest Page #4

Splat blackjack.

Lovelu.

Six to four.

That's me done.

Had some dinner in the corner:

fillet steak, couple of spuds.

Last drink, large calvados.

"Home," methinks,

"Get me a cab. "

Over the bridge.

Bung him a nifty.

"Ta, gov. "

Wipe my feet,

cup of cocoa,

into me jim-jams, lights out.

Ain't life grand?

- You mean you didn't stop off

at the poofs' club?

- No, Peanut,

since you so kindly ask,

I did not go to the Clayton,

not last night,

but I shall be there tonight

later on, looking for

some hot male action.

Is that all right with you?

- Don't f***ing start, you two.

- Putting uour one

in another man's bum.

Sodomite.

Buggerer.

- Peanut, what I choose to do

with my 91/2

has got f***-all to do with you.

- It's disgusting.

Man with man.

- All right, all right.

- F***ing smarm.

- All right!

I've loved you too much,

haven't I?

That's what I've done wrong.

Driven uou awau, driven uou

into the arms of someone else.

That's what I've done.

Suppose I deserve it; must do.

Who'd have thought it, eh?

That you can love someone

too much?

I just don't understand

what I've done wrong.

You're gonna miss me.

You've made a mistake.

You're gonna

you're gonna miss me.

You're really gonna miss me.

And in a couple of days' time

when it all sinks in,

oh, you'll regret that.

What an error.

What a boo-boo.

You've messed up.

Boy, have you messed up.

And y-you know what?

When uou realize

how silly you've been,

how impulsive,

how feminine you've been,

uou're gonna come

running back to me

with your tail

between your legs

begging me

to come back to you.

And will I?

Will I?

No, not on your nelly.

No, no.

No.

Hang on, Colin.

Hang on, old son.

You're lying to yourself.

'Course, you'll take her back.

'Course, uou will.

I'll take you back, Liz.

I'll forgive you,

'cause that's

what overlovers do, you see?

Theythey overlove.

They love too much.

- It's not working between us.

Well, it's not working for me,

and it hasn't been working

for a long time.

- That's because you haven't

been doing your bit, Liz.

You haven't been doing your bit,

uou see?

Love is like a garden,

and in order to keep it

looking beautiful,

you got to do the weeding,

and you haven't been doing

the weeding, Liz.

It's because you're lazy.

You're

you're a lazy lover, Liz.

And now the garden is overrun.

It's a jungle, innit?

We're lost in the jungle,

and we can't see each other.

- I don't feel like that, Colin.

I don't feel the same as you.

I just want to get out.

- Well, f*** off, then.

Go on, get.

F*** off.

I'll be all right,

you selfish bastard.

I ain't gonna stop you.

Get your stuff and leave mine.

I'll attend to that.

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