:19:15
How's it going with Gail?
:19:16
No joy yet.
:19:19
How long is it?
:19:21
Six weeks.
:19:23
Six weeks!
:19:25
Nightmare right. She told me
she didn't want our
relationship to start out
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on a physical basis as that
is how it principally is going
to be defined from then on.
:19:36
When did she come up with that?
:19:37
She read it in Cosmopolitan.
:19:41
Six weeks and no sex?
:19:43
I've got balls like fucking
watermelons I'm telling you.
:19:47
- I read it in Cosmopolitan.
- Interesting theory.
:19:50
Actually, it's a nightmare.
I'm desperate for a shag
:19:53
but watching him suffer
was just too much fun.
:19:57
Try it wi' Tommy.
:19:59
It's the only pleasure
I get from him!
:20:02
- You know about my birthday?
- No.
:20:04
He forgot.
Useless motherfucker!
:20:06
Useless motherfucker;
that's what she called me.
:20:10
I said to her, look I'm sorry
but these things happen,
let's put it behind us.
:20:16
That's fair enough.
:20:18
Yes, but then she finds out
I've got a ticket
for Iggy Pop the same night.
:20:22
Was she upset?
:20:24
Very, "It's me or Iggy Pop,
time to decide."
:20:29
So what are you going to do?
:20:31
Well I've paid for the ticket.
:20:32
What are you two talking about?
:20:35
Football.
What are you talking about?
:20:38
Shopping.
:20:39
The situation
was becoming serious.
:20:42
Renton noticed
the haste with which
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the successful
in the sexual sphere,
:20:47
as in all others, segregated
themselves from the failures.