Hunky Dory Page #4

I hope you don't mind me

speaking frankly,

but some of us on the staff are

a little concerned about how much

this musical is taking

of the children's time.

Ah, the small delegation.

And, well, since we're being frank,

some indiscipline seems to be spilling

over into their more serious studies.

- I mean, it's all very well you...

- Are you suggesting that what we

are doing is not serious?

I mean, compared to social studies?

We have made our thoughts known

to the headmaster, Miss Mae.

It's as much as some of these children

can do to read and write.

We'd all do well to get them through

their three R's before moving on.

- Don't you agree, Mr Swinton?

- Exams must come first.

It's a bit late to be worrying

about that.

Half of them will be leaving here

in three weeks' time. For good.

It'd be nice for them to

at least have one opportunity

- for some self expression.

- Self expression doesn't butter

any parsnips, Miss Mae.

Parsnips? Mad cow.

It's not even like it's

a proper musical, is it, eh?

Don't you start, Cafferty.

I suppose you'd like to see

the kids do "Oliver", again.

Ah, now you're talking.

I love "Oliver", I do.

Lovely story, catchy tunes. Proper.

If I ever find out it was you

who put him up to it.

- Who?

- Syd Jones.

His parents said he wanted to

concentrate on his studies

- and his rugby.

- Yeah. He's a good rugby player.

It's summer, you f***er.

Oi. Oi!

He's got trials coming up, right!

Nice tits, though.

Oh, aye.

Hello?

Hello. Is Mam there?

No, she's not here at the moment.

Angus, is that you?

- What time will she be back?

- Not sure. About six.

Angus, I...

- It's f***ing hot.

- Hot as f***.

Oh, hello, love.

I was expecting you earlier.

Your brother's upstairs.

We've got a full house.

- Well, it was rehearsals.

- Oh, don't worry.

Only Monday is "Merry Widows" night.

And it's my turn to provide the nibbles.

Come on in. The girls would love

to see you, I'm sure.

They're always asking after you.

Girls, guess who's here?

That wayward daughter of mine.

She's teaching now, she's given up

the acting. Isn't it lovely she's back?

Yeah.

Hello, love.

Hey.

- You met the coven then.

- Yeah.

- They give you the third degree?

- Oh...

I think I let 'em down on

the glamour front. You know...

...coming home to teach.

Not very glittery, is it?

How's the show going?

Oh, I'm not sure. I think I've bitten

off more than I can chew.

Nothing new there, then.

It'll be stunning.

It's good, innit?

She's making a move, finally.

I can't believe

it's been almost two years.

I used to love coming up here

and disturbing him.

Yeah.

What are you gonna do with all those?

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