Saturday Night and Sunday Morning Page #4

as them bastards.

Take a few tips from the fishes.

They all get caught in the end.

Can't keep their chops off the bait.

Wasn't a bad-looking girl, was she?

Sharp and all.

Still going round with this married piece,

ain't you?

It'll be a good job when you're married.

Her poor husband will be able

to get a bit of rest, then.

Serves him right for being so slow.

If he made her like being in bed with him,

she won't go out with me.

You'll get your face bashed in

one of these days.

Don't worry, I can look after meself.

Just you be careful,

and use a bit more sense.

I'll watch it.

I don't know...

Work tomorrow.

Aye, me and all.

There's Old Ma Bull with her halfpenny.

She's naught else to do, the nosey parker.

Spreading tales about me going with

married women and boozing.

It's all bloody lies.

Make sure it is...

Any room for a rabbit's arse, Jack?

You've clicked, by the look of it.

I'll tell Brenda if you're not careful.

She wouldn't believe you.

She can trust me.

Can she, though?

That stuff will give you

galloping dog rot, it's poison.

A bloke in frame shop got laid up

for six weeks from drinking the firm's tea.

Stomach trouble.

You should bring your own flask.

If it's good enough for others, for me also.

Don't bet on that. Think of No. 1.

Share and share alike's no good.

You wouldn't think like that

if you won the pools.

Wouldn't I? I'd see the family right

but nobody else.

If I got begging letters like most blokes,

know what I'd do?

- What?

- Make a bonfire.

Have you had aught to do with

putting a rat on her bench?

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- I bet it was you, you young rogue.

Me, Mr. Robboe? I've got so much work,

I can't move from my lathe.

I don't go around tormenting women.

You know that.

I don't know. Somebody did it,

and I reckon it's you.

You're a bit of a Red if you ask me,

that's what you are.

That's slander.

I'll see my lawyers about that.

I've got a witness.

I don't know,

but I'll get the bloke that did it.

What a life, I get blamed for everything.

He came up to me earlier on.

Said I was to go on nights in frame shop.

What?

In frame shop, on nights.

I wouldn't fancy that.

I don't mind. It'll be a change.

That's not the first time

that bastard's called me a Red.

Not that I wouldn't vote Communist

if I thought it'd get rid of blokes like him.

I did vote for them last election.

Did I tell you?

I shouldn't have voted

'cause I was under 21...

...but I used my dad's vote

'cause he was in bedridden.

I said my name

was Harold Spencer Seaton.

I didn't believe it till I was outside.

You could've got ten years

if they caught you.

- You were lucky.

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