1:40:02
She took his dinner in to him once.
Me mum, in the pub...
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...and plonked it
in front of him on a tray.
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Knife and fork, salt and pepper.
1:40:11
He said, "What's that?"
1:40:16
She said, "It's your dinner.
I thought you might be hungry.
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You ain't eaten for three days.
1:40:20
You live in here, you might
as well fucking eat in here."
1:40:24
It's funny.
1:40:25
He didn't like that, did he?
Mugged him up in front of his mates.
1:40:29
Thought more of them cunts
than he did us. Lovely.
1:40:33
Yeah.
1:40:36
She got a clump over that.
Well, she would, wouldn't she?
1:40:50
He was always pissed in there,
weren't he? You know?
1:40:53
We go in the pub to get our living.
That's where we do our business.
1:40:59
He'd be in there spunking out while
we're sitting at home without a dinar.
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And he'd promise things, you know?
1:41:10
Promise to take us places,
you know? Never did.
1:41:13
Never took us anywhere.
1:41:16
And when he did
bother to come home...
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...he'd sit in that fucking chair,
doss off with his tray on his lap.
1:41:24
And I'd just stand there looking at him.
1:41:29
I'd look in his face...
1:41:33
...and my mother'd go upstairs,
and I'd say:
1:41:38
"Say, Mum,
ain't Daddy coming to bed?"
1:41:42
And she'd say,
"No. No, he's all right, son.
1:41:44
He'll come when he wakes up."
He's gotta wake up to go to bed.
1:41:48
Go to bed, yeah.
1:41:52
Now, I'd stand there looking at this
fucking old man, you know, my dad...
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...you know, in that chair,
that horrible fucking chair...