Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You lot are somethin' else. I hold my hands up.

Get the fuck out!

Hi. They wouldn't let me in. My name weren't on the guest list.

The fuckin' pies are fuckin' old The fuckin' chips are fuckin' cold

Thought-provoking.

- No promises. - All right, I'll ask him.

I'm paying dearly for past mistakes.

- We need somewhere to stay. - Try a hotel.

Blue. Man City blue.

A rainbow in the sky

So is Tony Wilson a fan, then, or what?

Back in a minute, OK?

...some of it's not meant to be beautiful.

'Cause I haven't heard of you.

Yeah. Same here.

I don't get it.

It's not that simple, though, is it, Ian?

Well, if you're sure.

You remember Lou Reed at the Free Trade Hall?

'Course you can, love.

- What? - Head-the-balls. Spaccas.

But I am discharging you.

That's a strange question.

What do you think?

Do you want to sleep with other men?

Nineteenth of May we're off to the US of fuckin' A for a two-week tour.

- You all right? - I'm not coming out tonight.

Mum and Dad can look after Natalie.

Annik. Different.

- What did you tell her? - I said I'd ask,

Give us a go on your sleeping bag.

- Do you like the Buzzcocks? - Yeah.

Carbamazepine's side effects include skin rash,

And what about Annik? She loves you. You love her.

...I can officially announce to the press

SilkIands Nightclub.

Don't worry. I'll be there.