England Is Mine Page #5

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I've never experienced

anything like it before.

And now I know how you must

feel when you do your knitting.

You skivvying off again.

I've got far more important

things to consider.

Like what?

Tell her about your gig.

It went really well.

Great.

So can I take today off

'cause I don't like Thursdays?

It's not like I want to spend

my life stocking shelves.

Well, I hate to break

it to you, Jacqueline,

the way things are looking,

it looks like there might be one

less worker bee in the Morrissey hive.

What's this?

Studio time.

Gigs, stardom.

This is in London.

And?

And what is plan B if

that doesn't work out?

My alphabet has only one letter.

What? D for d*ckhead.

Just because the height of your ambition

is aisle five, doesn't mean that I'm

gonna slum it here for the rest of my life.

What are you talking about?

Once they discover my genius,

it's inevitable I'll move.

You've done one gig.

That's enough, you two.

I don't have to listen to this.

Clean up on aisle five.

Clean up on aisle five.

No?

All right.

Here, mate.

We talked last week.

We were f***ed by your

third song, but still.

This a private meeting

or can anybody join in?

Did you know Steve was in a band?

No, no, I didn't, no.

And I don't care. Get back to

your desk and start working.

I sometimes feel like

the subject of a Lowry painting.

I've never wanted to paint anything.

But look at these walls.

Returning to the real world

is like stepping into a cold shower.

Where the dress code is smart...

Where the hell is he now?

And the people less so.

Lazy bastard.

And your ambition

is to start each day

and still exist by the end of it.

At least Lowry had smog.

We've got nothing to choke on.

This is what you call

the records room, is it?

On the f***ing roof!

I was actually...

Yeah, I know exactly what

you're get up to up here.

Writing bollocks about

what f***ing idiots we are!

Well, I'll tell you one thing, Steven.

What goes around, comes around.

What are you writing now?

It's none of your business.

I'll be the judge of that.

Fine.

Fine. You get back to your desk.

I'll deal with this after lunch.

You make a note in your f***ing book.

Morrissey.

Right.

You know why you're here?

I'm not paying you to

write in your notebook.

Or be in a pop band.

I'm paying you to work.

But it's not just that, Steven.

Your attitude stinks.

You're never at your desk at 9:00,

if you're here at all.

And when you are in,

your mind is elsewhere.

I don't owe you a living, Steven.

But,

I'm a fair man.

You know that.

So, I thought,

I would give you one more opportunity

to convince me that

things are going to change.

You can't live two lives.

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