Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ian? I've got an idea.

Come on, then. Let's have it.

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

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

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

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

- All right. - Go on, fuck off.

Excuse me, but what happened to Slaves of Venus?

We've just been on telly, lads.

Scared of what?

No. We're pretty shite.

- Hello. - It's Ian.

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

One pound ten an hour.

So it was my life began

- Tony Wilson's over there. - Who?

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

get out of hand, and can never be repaired.

Annik Honore, bonjour.

This isn't right, this, Rob.

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

double vision, drowsiness, dizziness,

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

I'd never stand for that.

I never meant for it to grow like this.

Good girl. Well done.

Come on, stop messing.

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

Everywhere in chicken town

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

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

What about Joy Division's music?

I owe you everything. I love you.

My marriage was a mistake.

Come on, into the pain.

- No. - Don't be so spoilt.

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

- What about "arse"? - What?

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

since George Best got kicked out for blasting a bouncer.

Are you asking?

Just with it being recorded and all that.

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

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

from you and Joan of Arc.

Anybody, please?

Oh, here we go. Who's that?

Is she with him?