Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

from you and Joan of Arc.

- What about "arse"? - What?

What about Joy Division's music?

We've just been on telly, lads.

Oh, here we go. Who's that?

Everywhere in chicken town

Well, if he were chatty we'd be worried.

get out of hand, and can never be repaired.

That's a bit presumptuous, don't you think?

Come on, into the pain.

- Hello. - It's Ian.

Come on, stop messing.

Wouldn't you say that was so, Mr Curtis?

I never meant for it to grow like this.

Are you asking?

Annik Honore, bonjour.

So it was my life began

since George Best got kicked out for blasting a bouncer.

- Take it easy. - See you soon, Ian.

- What about the money? - It's 50l50 on the profits.

Come on, then. Let's have it.

Good girl. Well done.

Excuse me, but what happened to Slaves of Venus?

And I said, um, that we'd go. 'Cause Mum and Dad can look after Natalie.

No. We're pretty shite.

My marriage was a mistake.

- No. - Don't be so spoilt.

I'll even sign the contracts in my own blood if it'll make you happy.

and, uh, she's invited us to her flat warming party.

This isn't right, this, Rob.

I owe you everything. I love you.

- All right. - Go on, fuck off.

Anybody, please?

Ian? I've got an idea.

Forget the record. He's got to put us on.

- I'm not. I'm dying! - You've got a little cold

Scared of what?

- Tony Wilson's over there. - Who?

It's not very professional to spell the drummer's name wrong, is it?

Is she with him?

I'd never stand for that.

One pound ten an hour.

double vision, drowsiness, dizziness,

Look, I've got to pack up my gig. Ring me.

Just with it being recorded and all that.

I'd be as upset as if they kicked my girlfriend.

Hang on. Come with me. Come with the Hookster.

First two tracks, Disorder, Colony, till Ian feels better. Twenty quid.