Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A Dire Straits double album.
That, gentlemen, is what we are looking for.
I think there's been a mistake. We'll check with the office.
Cam you just leave me alone?
Nah. Tits are too big.
- All right, love? - Hi, Mum.
'Ey up, there's someone coming.
You're not very keen, are you?
One more time, Gerald.
Come on, put your hands together
And I tell you,
- Better? How's that, then? - Well...
Me breakdancing days are probably over.
Anti-wrinkle cream there may be, but anti-fat-bastard cream, there is none.
She'd have to be to put up with this kind of shit!
standing at t'side of t'pool in me trunks
You know where to find me when you tire of them poofs.
- What can you do? - Who the hell-fire's that?
The city's rolling mills, forges,
I've got an empty bar on a Friday night.
You're all right, Reg. There's some tea if you like.
- You can't dance. - We know, Gerald.
She don't think so.
All I need is 700 quid and they've got nowt on me.
I'm trying to get some brass together
All right, don't get a benny on.
Keep up, you fat bastard!
Right. I need someone int' packing section.
How about it, Dave?
That's the wall.
- Well, you said dancing. - It were a great idea, kid.
- Bugger off. - Where have you bloody been?
Now, I'm busy.
"Won't take a minute." Now what?
You're in big trouble.
Ah, come in, Torvill.
and workshops employ some 90,000 men
In Bitcoin
Hang on, though.
He's fine. We've not gotten it charged before.
Just wanna know about dancing.
Well, like I say, get some new ones when you can.
You should have taken your kit off.
Hurry up, will you? Me feet have gone numb.
I'd run you down soon as look at you.
- They wouldn't. - Why not? He said her tits are too big.
Come on, Dad.
Ah, well. There's nowt as queer as folk.
- Put down and piss off. - Fucking hell!
Sorry.
Right, then.
It's different for me! I've got a standard of living! Responsibilities!
Aye, but they don't give you a hard-on, though, do they?
Didn't you work at Harrisons afore it shut down?
- Get rid of him. - You'll be fine.
- But I do the funky chicken. - Now you're talking!
- Put that back. You'll break it. - I'm just looking.
Dad, I'm hungry.
Our old dinner lady's ont' front row!
I'm Donald O'Connor, right?
That's not what I've heard.
How? You know...
All right. Two weeks.
- Come on, Dave. - No.
We may not be young,
What am I gonna do about this?
You're just like the rest of us.
Blimey...
Women only! It's on all t'posters, for fuck's sake.
Give over, it's only a poster.
- What are you doing? - What does it look like?
What's your initiative got to say about this, then, bog eyes?
Gerald? Go get chuffed!
Yeah. I suppose so.