Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Blue. Man City blue.

Back in a minute, OK?

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

I don't get it.

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

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

'Cause I haven't heard of you.

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

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

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

'Course you can, love.

Carbamazepine's side effects include skin rash,

What do you think?

A rainbow in the sky

Well, if you're sure.

Don't worry. I'll be there.

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

But I am discharging you.

You remember Lou Reed at the Free Trade Hall?

...I can officially announce to the press

Mum and Dad can look after Natalie.

Get the fuck out!

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

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

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

That's a strange question.

I'm paying dearly for past mistakes.

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

Do you want to sleep with other men?

- Do you like the Buzzcocks? - Yeah.

SilkIands Nightclub.

Thought-provoking.

Give us a go on your sleeping bag.

Annik. Different.

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

Yeah. Same here.