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and even if you had

absolutely no hair

because of some

bizarre medical reason,

I'd still adore you,

and I...

I just wondered whether, by any

chance, you might share my feelings.

Wow.

I tell you what.

Why don't we see

how the summer goes

and then you ask me

again on my last night?

Your last night? Yes.

Try me on the last night. See

what happens then, shall we?

?t's exciting.

Right.

No, it's a perfect plan. That's

absolutely perfect. Last night.

Last night.

Thanks very much.

Night-night, Timmy.

Big lesson number one,

all the time travel in the world

can't make someone love you.

Bye!

So the love of my life

just drove away.

And the very next day

it was my turn to leave.

There you go. Don't

spend it all at once.

Thanks.

Don't call too often, your mother

doesn't like to be disturbed.

Okay. Thanks.

I caught the train to London in

search of a future and a girlfriend.

I was staying in St John's

Wood, near Abbey Road,

with a playwright friend

of my dad's called Harry.

It's always nice to have family connections

when you're a new kid in town.

What the f*** do you want?

I'm James's son.

Who?

James Lake. What about him?

He said you had a room.

Go in there and wait.

Quietly. I mean it,

don't make a sound.

Or I'll kill you.

I was actually having the first

good idea I've had for a decade

when you rang on the doorbell.

But now it's gone.

You little sh*t.

How's your dad?

Weird cock, I always thought.

Something weird about him.

Really?

Yeah, I never really

liked him, actually.

Your mum still

look like Andy Warhol?

What?

That, by the way, is my wife.

Nice.

Yeah, you wouldn't

like her at first.

Sarcastic cow.

But eventually

you'd realise that

she's the best human

being in the world.

Which is why she

left me, of course.

Here you go.

Try not to make too much noise,

particularly when having sex.

No chance of that.

Christ,

two losers in one house.

That is my daughter.

Have sex with her if you like.

Apparently everyone else has.

It wasn't a hopeful

set-up for romance.

And work didn't help

on that score either.

The world of law seems to

be entirely full of men.

Hello. I'm Rory. Very pleased to meet you.

A real thrill.

Well, who knows, we might become,

you know, pals, et cetera.

Who the hell are you? Tim Lake.

Well, I hope you're

better than this clown.

Come on, Roger.

?t's Rory, actually.

I've been here

a year and a half.

I'm just saying that to be nice.

It's two years actually.

So six lonely months went by

and it was still just me and Harry.

Me lawyer-ing every hour

of the day and night.

And him putting the finishing

touches to his new play.

No matter how many girls

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