Pride Page #8

I'm gonna do it permanently.

No, come on then!

That's enough!

- An official letter will be sent.

- I can't...

I can't listen to this.

To thank them, most sincerely,

but the vote was we won't be

accepting their support anymore.

They're causing us embarrassment,

Dai. That's the thing.

And we're not strong enough, not now.

We're struggling to survive as it is.

Oh, that reminds me.

Courtesy of those people

and their agenda.

Jesus Christ.

I don't suppose you opened

your mouth, did you?

Didn't want to rock

the boat, is that it?

There's bloody thousands here.

You think you've known

someone your whole life.

Turns out they're a complete stranger.

- I'd say the same about you, Cliff.

- I'll tell you something.

If you think this is what my brother

would've wanted, you're wrong.

We came to help you win, and if

we're not helping, we have to go.

Hey, this was all you.

- No.

- It was.

All right, take my advice.

Don't give it all to the fight.

Save some for home.

There's more to life, you know?

You girls have opened my eyes.

I'm going to extend my

repertoire, you'll see.

The vegan Delia Smith.

- Bye.

- Bye.

Take care now.

It's a bloody travesty, man.

I don't accept it.

- Gethin.

- I don't!

They can't stop me from

collecting money, now, can they?

- Don't be crazy, Gethin.

- Geth.

Somebody better tell

Lesbians Against Pit Closures.

- What now?

- What do you mean?

- What we doing? Where we going?

- It's over.

Were you not paying attention?

We lost. And I don't know

about you, but I'm pissing off.

- Where?

- Anywhere. I'm out of here.

What about the rest of us?

Think it might be possible just for once

you could make your own decision?

- You what?

- Do you think that just for once

you could stop following me

around like a f***ing spaniel

and let me have a life of my own?

Yeah.

- Yeah. I think I could manage that.

- Good.

Piss off, all of you. Leave me alone.

Lesbians and Gays Support the Miners.

Never mind the miners.

There's gay people dying every day.

That's what you should

be thinking about.

Not the bloody miners.

A**hole.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, I only wanna talk to you.

Tell you what we'll do,

let's come over here.

This is the key you swapped it to.

Oh, well, we'll leave

that there, but I'll...

Is Joe there, please?

No, I'm afraid he's out.

Can you tell him that his

friend Gethin's in hospital?

It's very important. He's...

He's in St. Thomas' Hospital.

He's been beaten up.

Yes, of course I'll tell him.

And will you tell him that Steph

called round, to see how he was?

Yeah.

Who was that?

Tina. She wants a lift in the morning.

You're back at the job center

tomorrow, don't forget.

I should've...

I should've said more.

I could have. I could've spoken better.

If you're gonna cut, cut it straight.

Into triangles.

I'm gay.

I know.

I've known for a little

while now, Cliff.

Since the gays arrived?

Well, I can't speak for

the rest of the village,

but speaking for myself,

since about 1968.

Well...

Yeah.

What's that?

It's a new van.

About time too.

What the hell's this?

New van, courtesy of our gay

friends down in London.

- I'm not getting in that.

- Then you'll have to stay here.

In you get, lads. Quick now.

You a lesbian, are you, love?

That's right. We're just off to

Swansea now for a massive lez-off.

Britain's longest-running

national strike is over.

Amongst scenes of bitterness and anger,

NUM delegates voted narrowly

for an organized return

to work on Tuesday.

Tomorrow, most of Britain's coal

miners will return to work.

They say they'll march

back heads held high.

It's almost a year to the very

day since they walked out

and embarked on a course

of action which...

Joe!

Have you seen the news?

Thank God for that!

The cost, financial and social...

Joe?

Good lads, good lads.

Bloody hell.

- Mark, where are you going?

- I'm leaving.

I was trying to make myself

feel better, and I failed.

I've been virtually under house arrest.

Stuck with my parents.

I haven't seen anyone.

Tried ringing Steph, but she...

- Why don't you leave?

- I did last night.

- I didn't even tell them I was going.

- That's not leaving, it's running.

- What are you gonna do now?

- Stay here.

And do what?

And get a job down in the pit?

That's all they need,

a trained pastry chef with a camera.

When are you gonna get some guts, huh?

You're a member of LGSM,

so stop sneaking out

of your mommy's house

and stand up for yourself.

Have some pride.

Because life is short, okay?

It's short.

Okay?

- What should I tell the others?

- Nothing.

I wasn't here.

You're a mad bugger.

I'm taking you home after that.

In the van. No arguments.

Will you give this to Jeff, please, Joe?

Of course I will.

Come on.

What about Gethin? Is he okay?

Gethin?

The last I heard,

he was back on the ward.

I don't like Meltis Fruits.

Well, then maybe you won't

go through them quite so fast.

Oh, help me out with these,

will you, Bromley?

Stay in bed.

Keep an eye on Jonathan

for me, will you?

He needs to take care of himself.

It's you we're taking care of.

If you could just make sure

he's got some groceries in.

- Gethin.

- He's HIV positive, Sian.

He not supposed to smoke,

and he needs to eat properly.

Please, for me.

Gethin?

Hello.

This is my mum.

- Hi.

- Come in.

Back then, when they knew

even less about this thing,

they gave out numbers

with each diagnosis.

One, two, three, and so on.

Of course, when they got

into the high thousands, it...

I'm number two.

Nobody knows what's keeping me alive.

I think it's the grass.

What are you gonna do now?

Make you some soup.

Drive back to Wales.

No, I mean, with your life.

I'm a wife and mother, love.

My life goes back to normal now.

Well, it shouldn't.

You have a first-class mind.

You should do something. Go to college.

Don't waste it, Sian.

There are young people

dying every day now.

Good people.

Clever, promising.

Don't you dare waste it.

Sh*t.

I'm sorry.

What the hell is this?

And where have you been?

You must be Joe's mom. I'm Sian.

Will you please remove

your van from my property?

I hope you appreciate him.

Because there's a whole village back

in Wales who thinks he's a hero.

- Joe.

- Mum, he's done this on purpose.

It's all right. I'm leaving.

I hope one day we can

be friends again, Mum.

Oi, you got something

to say to your sister?

I've got something to say to you,

Jason. You're a dick!

And, Tina, that tight perm

doesn't suit you. It never has.

I'm sorry.

Joe?

Joe.

You all right?

Cheers.

While you've been away,

I've been changing my act.

You watch.

Demure and accommodating. That's me.

The lesbian Lady Di.

I think I'd find that a

tremendous disappointment.

I'm glad you came back, Bromley.

It wasn't the same without you.

Thanks.

I'm glad I came back too.

If we were normal,

this is when we'd kiss.

- That's the rest of it.

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