Looking for Eric Page #4

Have you not opened them?

Are they yours, Eric?

What is he looking at me letters for?

Can you put them down, please?

Come and sit down.

Let's carry on with this exercise.

Jack, what are you doing,

for f***'s sake?

Are they yours? Have you not

opened them? They might be bills.

Oh, for crying out bleeding loud.

- Eric.

- What's this, Eric?

Eric, what's going on, mate?

- Oh, for crying out loud.

- F***ing hell, man.

Spleen, get on the phone

and tell the lads.

We're gonna have to

deliver these tomorrow.

Flawed genius, eh?

Flawed postman.

How's your self care, Eric?

Have you ever thought about

killing yourself?

Who loves you, Eric?

Takes care of you?

You know what knocked me for six?

And I didn't f***ing see this coming.

"Have you ever done anything

that you're ashamed of?"

Well, have you?

F***ing hell.

What the f***?

- Is that really you?

- Yeah.

Say something in French then.

F***ing hell, it is you.

What the f***, man?

Wait till the f***ing lads

hear about this.

They still f***ing love ya.

It's Lily, n'est-ce pas?

I can't say her name.

I don't like to talk about her, Eric.

Say it.

I can't.

You have to face this. Right?

- I can't.

- Yes, you can.

Lily. F***.

It's always f***ing Lily.

- Open the trunk.

- No, I can't.

- You what?

- Without danger,

we cannot get beyond danger.

Come on.

God.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

God.

Here y'are, look at that.

"Manchester duo

win '50s dance competition. "

19th of July, 1979.

Thirty years ago.

Used to love dancing. Rock 'n' roll.

You know, putting all the gear on

and doing the hair.

That's a picture from the night

we won the contest.

- A great night.

- Ah, yes.

What a pair of blue suede shoes.

Yeah, blue suede shoes.

Hey, they got sent from America.

Cost me a week's wages they did.

I wonder what happened to them.

You know,

sometimes the beautiful memories...

...are the most toughest of them all.

C'est la vie.

Yeah.

They're the hardest to deal with.

C'est la vie.

Yeah.

It was a daft idea, really.

The compere, he pulled out these

tickets at random from these boxes,

one for the girls and one for the boys.

And you met for the first time

on the dance floor.

Anyway, he goes "Number 19.

Eric, where are ya?"

...Eric Bishop.

I got up on the dance floor,

like, bit nervous.

"And for the ladies,"

Number one. Lily Devine.

Then I turned round, like,

she just sort of floated out,

absolutely f***ing gorgeous.

She looked a little bit shy, like.

But you could sense

there was a bit of mischief in there.

What a dancer. I couldn't believe it.

She left me standing.

I was like, "Oh, what's going on here?"

But the second one, second number was,

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