Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Unknown Pleasures was it.

A bit tall, bit odd, but yeah.

Tell me your favourite movie.

Well, then, you'll be the next band I'll put on, darling.

...at the same time I feel like

She wants a divorce.

...please come to bed.

She's not a Frenchy. She's, uh, she's a Belgy.

- You all right? - Mmm.

When you say a thing like that it makes me think you don't love me anymore.

- I do not like hot dogs! - OK.

But you've got to sign with Factory. This isn't an issue.

Do you want to sleep with other men?

Can someone help me?

Apparently they tear up the stage and kick off mid-set.

- You'll have to be out a bit more. - Yeah.

Well, I'll speak to you later, then.

I've got a brew for you.

- Ian, you fuckin' menk! - Ian, caIm it, mate!

I told you it's broke.

Right. I'm gonna nip to the shop.

- Hi. - She's gorgeous. Debbie, hi.

All right, Ian?

and steering away from alcohol.

I'm taking two.

OK, how are you?

But he can seem a bit distant to people he don't know. Trust me.

Side effects include drowsiness, apathy, agitation

- Hiya. - All right, Debbie?

I don't fuck about with talent I want to work with.

It frightens me.

some four or five years ago would make me feel how I do.

I don't know what to say.

It all used to be so simple, everything.

You, you fucker!

Ian, your room's still here. You know that, don't you?

I should have tried harder.

Rob Gretton. I already manage a couple of bands.

I don't deserve this.

All my love... Ian.

Are you sure you want to do this?

Come around to speak to, you know...

And what the fuck can I do for you? Need some money, a place to crash?

What about your wife?

who have no heart, and can't see the difference anyway.

I believe in feeling, yeah.