Brassed Off Page #4

Oh you daft bastards.

"Women against CIosure"?

That is when she's not farting

in a force ten.

-Morning, love.

-See you.

lf I don't have a day away

on my own...

l'm going to go frigging barmy,

honest I am. l'll kill someone.

-WeII, go somewhere tomorrow, eh?

-PhiI...

l'm off today,

or I'm off for good.

Give me some money.

-Oh hey love, l've only got a tenner.

-Atenner'II do.

But it's SaddIeworth, and me dad'll

kiII me if l don't turn up.

And l will if you do.

Isn't life just sh*t?

On your head, Dad?

Course the offer's attractive. lt's

tantamount to bribery.

They want Grimley closed, for

whatever reason, nobody knows...

-they think by dangIing a carrot...

-This just came for you.

Oh, ta.

Thanks.

They want jobs, a future. They want

an industry, and come the ballot...

-that's what they'll be voting for.

-Yes. That's right.

...the hearing decides the pit has a

sound economic future...

then we shaII abide by that decision

and work towards it.

Naturally, l mean, nobody wants

Grimley to cIose.

Oh I'm bIoody

starving, aren't you?

Let's see whatwe've got.

Dad, who were that?

Just a couple of feIIas.

-Are you in troubIe, Dad?

-Your dad in trouble?

Looked like they were going

to smack you.

Aye, they were lad.

They were from t'council.

Leisure department.

They said that if we don't have

fun today...

-we are in big, big troubIe.

-Dad, I'm eight and a haIf now.

Are you?

Well you can heIp me find t'bastard

tin opener then, can't you?

GIoria Mullins?

What, Melons Mullins? Lived up Donny

Road? Chubby lass?

We used to sing that hymn: Gloria

in XL.

That's her, except she's

far from chubby now, Iike.

Aye, l remember her.

-You had her, behind t'bus station.

-No l never.

You toId us you did.

No. It were top half only.

-Does she remember?

-Does she heII as like.

-Couldn't even remember my name.

-Oh, get away.

Bet that's why she's come back.

To complete unfinished business.

What are you smiling at?

Another?

All right, go on then.

What the bleeding hell

are you two doing?

We fancied a game of golf, Iike.

You daft gawpheads. You never

resigned, did you?

Sat there like a couple of oId

biddies and paid t'money, didn't you?

OId Danny taIked us round, like.

He were very persuasive.

-We had no option, lover, honestIy.

-No bollocks, more like.

I reckon it were sommat to do with

bollocks that got us to stay.

-No bloody gumption, them two.

-Soup for brains, the pair of them.

Excuse me, where's the

Collier's Arms?

Hanging off his shoulders, pet.

-The oId one's are the best, eh?

-lt's the young ones we worry about.

-Off to Saddleworth, are you?

-That's right.

-FoIIow them two daft 'aporths.

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