Northern Soul Page #3

- Why?

- I'm not having you on them decks any more.

All that swearing.

I've been coming here

every f***ing month and doing it!

- What are you on about?

- I've had enough of your antics on that mic

and that music of yours

is just bloody trouble!

Most people came for our music.

Tell her, Terry.

You know they all f***ing like it.

I think it were much better

when I was playing charts meself.

What do you know?

You haven't got a f***ing clue!

Listen here, you cheeky little git,

the only reason you're on them decks

is because you let my car tyres down!

- I didn't touch your crappy car!

- Yeah, you did!

- You told me you did.

- See!

- Showing off!

- F*** off, you cretin!

Calm down and you go home now,

or I'll get someone to make you go.

Piss off, you lesbian!

You sh*t!

- F*** off!

- What are you doing?

I'm calling the police!

Hey, come on.

F***ing have it!

That f***ing nasty b*tch

don't know a thing about music!

I'm bringing Terry back on.

I'm gonna torch that shithole.

Who's helping me?

We'll start our own club.

No more divs on the dance floor,

we can DJ all night long

and play what the f*** we want.

Yeah, but it costs loads

of money to buy a night club.

Bollocks! You rent it.

Get people to pay in.

That pays for it.

Yeah, and the money we make,

we put towards America.

Brilliant!

You're not in on it, pal.

I know. Me and Bruiser

are going on our own.

Well, pipe down. I were on a roll then.

Sorry, man.

Yes! Now you're talking!

Our Paul knows of a club

with an ace wooden dance floor.

That's what we want,

none of this shitty concrete crap.

- Yeah, a proper dance floor.

- Yeah.

Yeah. F***ing yeah!

All right, I'll just go and get him.

He's out in the back making a phone call.

Are you two promoters?

- Yeah.

- How old are you?

I'm 18, he's 18.

OK, I'll go and get him.

It's a great dance floor.

I can see meself up here.

Dance floor full of fit birds.

Lou Pride playing top blast!

- Get down, you dick.

- The queue a mile long outside!

"Matty, Matty, Julie and Tracy are

at the door. They can't get in.

"Can you come and let them in? Please?"

Oh, sh*t.

All right?

Where's your f***ing dad?

Who are you, Baby Face Nelson?

Sorry, girls.

Come back when your balls have dropped.

We're 18!

18? It's 21 you have to be!

My brother's 21, he's doing it with us.

- So where is he, then?

- He's coming in a bit.

Don't waste my f***ing time, eh?

Rita! Where's that f***ing delivery?

All right, I've been on the phone.

Don't worry.

Well, why didn't you find out

the age thing was 21 first?

I didn't think about it.

It's all right. Our Paul

will sort it, you'll see.

Get off me! Ah, you f***ing bastards!

Get off...

Paul!

Paul, what's happening?

What's going on?

Paul?

I'll get you out.

He might not get out for months.

What are we gonna do?

We need more records

before we start our own club anyway.

Jesus! When did you decide that?

- - F***ing hell,

you're doing it again, you dick!

All right, you! Twice in one day!

Follow me, the pair of you!

No bloody gumption.

Too busy thinking about

going out every night!

What this country needs is

another bloody war to shape you lot.

Come on!

You! You're on deliveries!

And you! You're in oven room.

With my little friend.

Who are you?

I've been sent down here by Yarwood.

He wants me to work in here.

Don't open the f***ing door!

- I thought...

- Sit!

Jesus f***ing Christ!

Fancy a f***ing go, do you?

No. No, look.

Oi! Oi, oi, Matt, Matt, Matt, this is Sean!

He's one of us! Hey, check out his tat.

- Hey. You want a pint?

- I'm fine, thanks.

Stay here, mate, I'll get them in.

So what's your name,

then, sweetheart?

What you doing with that crazy bastard?

He bit a bloke's ear off last year.

What would you do if some bloke

came at you with a f***ing shovel?

- You drunk?

- No.

What's a cockney doing up here?

He moved for the music.

The lads upstairs say he's on the run.

Doing someone in.

He changed his name and everything.

He's going to Wigan. Wigan!

- Tonight!

- Yeah.

Ray f***ing Henderson's gonna be playing.

He said we could go with him.

You do what you like, I'm off.

Hey, wait, wait, wait.

What?

He can help us get our club going.

He's well f***ing old.

Our Paul's out soon!

F*** off. F*** off.

- Matt!

- The f***ing tits on that, mate.

Get them down you.

Do you fancy coming back to ours

and play a few records

- before heading out?

- Yeah, why not, mate.

- Here you go, mate.

- Thanks.

Here you go, mate.

You can have them for nowt.

- Thanks.

- Them will last you a couple of weeks.

Don't do more than four tonight,

they're pretty strong.

And listen, a word of advice.

Don't go on the needle. Once you get

into that, there's no coming back.

- The needle?

- Injecting.

It's for f***ing divs.

All right, cheers, I'll go easy.

This is gonna be a great night, boys!

We're f***ing going! Finally!

This tape's f***ing ace. Who made it?

We did, it's our set, me and John.

We double deck together.

We're invincible, aren't we?

Who bought this one, then? Exus Trek?

- He did. Matt.

- Put it there, mate.

Look? This is in my top three.

F***ing hell!

Oh, bollocks!

- What's up?

- We need petrol.

There's a station in about a mile.

Hang on. I'm going to pull in here.

Siphon some petrol from that

poxy f***ing van back there.

Hey. Under le' Well.

What a f***ing name.

Where the f*** are we?

Hey.

Who needs talcum powder

on your soles,

when you've got this much f***ing rain.

It's slippery.

Hey, check out this spin.

Who are you f***ing looking at?

Come to do ballet dancing

at the Casino, have we?

F***ing queers!

I could punch your f***ing lights out,

while kicking the crap out of lanky here.

Same f***ing time...

Twat!

Prick!

Come on! Get in!

Come on, then, you f***ing bastards!

D*ckhead!

Get in the f***ing car!

F***ing in-breds!

Bastards!

Oh, f*** me, they were some moves.

Did you see him, the scary bastard?

- Never underestimate anyone in a fight.

- Yeah.

Get in first, bang them as hard as you can.

Lt all happened so fast.

I didn't have any time to react.

Speed makes you fast.

Just have some more, you've had f*** all.

I've already had a couple.

Four more won't do you any harm.

Go on, the one's you've had already

would have kicked in

by now if they were any good.

Go on, have a few more. Take these.

Lt feels f***ing great!

- Go on!

- Hey, watch the road, you.

- All right!

- John, this is it.

We're finally going to

go see Ray Henderson!

Truly lonely..

She's here!

The nurse, Angela! Look!

She's got a bloke. Ugly f***ing lump.

Wait till we get in there.

Ten-a-penny birds like her.

Falling over to get

themselves a lad like you.

Shut up, you queer bastards.

Hey!

Yes, boys, Frank and Phil.

All right! What time do you call this?

What's happening?

Keep your hair on.

Just sorted out some right Herberts!

Looks like you f***ing

brought them with you!

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