England Is Mine Page #4

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are extraordinary works.

Our students are the future of

Manchester's thrilling artistic scene.

But, as every artist knows,

it's hard to resit the pull of the capitol.

And, we're delighted to announce,

That Linder's exhibition

will travel to London.

Thank you.

I need a drink.

Ooh, are we getting pissed?

I'm really very happy for you.

You deserve it.

You don't look it.

Will you be gone long?

As long as it takes.

Billy!

Steve.

Sorry, mate. Didn't

mean to crash the party.

Your mom said you'd be here, so...

F*** me, I need to stop smoking.

Billy, why are you here?

What would you say, if I told

you we were joining a band,

and we got ourselves a gig?

I'd say, Billy, get off the drugs.

Then call me Bob f***ing Marley.

I know this band, The Nosebleeds,

they suddenly find

themselves shy of a singer,

a guitarist, and some decent tunes.

So I said we'd do it.

It's brilliant.

It's a double celebration,

I'll get us some more drinks.

You don't look too happy about it.

Why is everybody concerned

with my happiness?

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

Hey!

What are we celebrating?

She's adorable.

In a bovine kind of way.

I've never been to a gallery before.

Did you just see what they were wearing?

If only we could make an effort.

You know, I just can't see

the point of university.

Do you know how much I would love a job?

- You have a job.

- What, that?

No.

No, I'm only giving it another few months.

I want a career change.

You know, our Tracy's gonna

get us a job in fashion.

Do you think I'd be good at that?

I do.

Some of the girls tonight were

dressed like blokes, did you see that?

Your girlfriend dresses well.

She's not my girlfriend.

Piss off.

You're like two peas in a f***ing pod.

She's got a great rack

though, I'll give her that.

Oh, God.

It's getting cold, isn't it?

No.

So when's this gig then?

You know we're all gonna

come to that, don't you?

Please don't.

Look, is it much further?

No.

It's just up here.

Well, good night, Christine.

You got to walk me to the front door

otherwise you're not a gentleman.

So...

Do you want to come in then?

I don't think so.

Oh, come on.

Mr. Hard to Get.

Oi, Steve-o!

Right, here we go.

Are you happy?

I think so, yes.

Should I be?

You owned the room, Shakespeare.

You were the room.

What's this?

The big time.

Some London manager,

talked about tours and recording,

I can't f***ing believe it, man.

One f***ing gig.

- See you later, Steve-o!

- Right.

Come on, boys.

Remember the date, and smile.

You too, Steven.

I said you'd be back in on Monday.

Yes but did you have to say I had diarrhea?

I've run out of excuses.

So...

Tell me all about it.

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