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I'm gonna crash the bloody car.

Go on, tell him.

So it be when I shall grow old

It's Ian Curtis from the Employment Exchange.

Something about Derby?

Mine is purple.

Best gig I've ever been to.

Here, in TV Iand, "arse" is most definitely a swear word.

Trust me, I know all about swearing and TV.

OK, then, Mr Mathers, she'll see you then.

- What's up? - Bloody dying with the flu.

- Apart from watching telly? - Hmm, having breakfast, lunch and tea.

Stay as long as you like, Ian.

- All right. - Go on, fuck off.

You were married so young.

I exist on the best terms I can.

But they couldn't sniff the sweat round your bollocks.

You fuckin' stay at fuckin' home The fuckin' neighbours fuckin' moan

- As you'll soon know about these lot... - That's us!

Are they working?

Stink to high heaven of piss.

So it was my life began...

What are you doing in here?

From having a fit?

which means I know anyone of any music biz use anywhere in this city.

Sounds like fun.

- Is everything all right? - I don't know, Annik.

Well, what happened to that tenner I gave you?

Bit of a drama queen, isn't he?

The fuckin' beer is fuckin' flat The fuckin' flats have fuckin' rats

You can't be in my gang if you don't smoke.

until the right drug or combination of drugs is found.

From the youth club.

Does she want to speak to you?

Nice, Hooky, nice.

You played a fuckin' blinder.

He waved it in front of camera like that.

Well, what does it matter?

Can I speak with Annik Honore, please?

I've got all my clothes laid out on my bed and everything.

Do you trust him when he's away?

so just have a little think about it, yeah?

- Am I now? - Yeah.

He didn't even say if he liked it or anything.

- I'm really excited for this. - Yeah. Same here.