Saturday Night and Sunday Morning Page #3

- She's expecting her baby next week.

- You've been seeing a lot of her lately.

It isn't much fun being on nights.

We never get out together now.

How much longer do you think it will last?

- You've only been on a fortnight.

- I know. It might be another six months.

Still, you don't mind it all that much,

do you?

It means more money, and that's useful.

We could get a television and

you won't have to go out so much.

No, I won't, will I?

I won't be long.

Peggy will be here soon

to look after Tommy.

That sounds like Jack's bike.

Can't be. Jack's not been at the club

for weeks.

- Are you fit?

- Yeah.

You've got a bit of lipstick on you.

There.

I wonder if Jack does know anything.

'Course he don't.

Funny, isn't it?

- I told him, once or twice.

- What?

That I was going

up to the club to play darts.

He said he'd come one of these days

to see if I really did.

He'll believe aught.

He never did come, though.

I'm sure he doesn't suspect anything.

- Do you think he does?

- No, we're too cunning.

I wonder what we'd do if he did find out.

We could always get married.

Can't imagine that. He'd never make

a divorce of it, anyway. I know Jack.

As long as we go on loving each other,

that's all that matters.

- That is Jack's bike, isn't it?

- What? Where?

It's his, you know.

What should we do?

You said you were going to your sister's.

You'd better go there.

- You coming back with me?

- I'll show my face, and he won't suspect.

- When will I see you again?

- I don't know.

- Better wait a bit, hadn't we?

- I'll come round in a night or two.

Come on, Charlie, give us a pint.

- What are you drinking?

- Ta.

- I'll have a mild.

- Another mild please, Charlie.

- When's the next strike, Tom?

- There's naught to strike about yet.

I expect you're too busy

with young women for that, anyway.

- Not me, I spend my time at the bookie's.

- I believe you!

How are you getting on? How's Brenda?

All right. Can't grumble.

This ale tastes as if it has been pumped

straight out of the Trent.

Mine's all right.

I don't suppose you get out much,

now you're on nights.

It's a dog's life.

I'm going out this weekend.

My brother's on leave from Leicester.

He's doing his stretch in the service?

No, he's a regular.

He's a big, broad lad, strong as a bull.

You wouldn't think we were brothers.

His pal's coming over as well.

Expect we'll have a night out somewhere.

It's good to get out a bit.

I do a spot of fishing, now and again.

- Your brother home for long?

- Fortnight.

There's one thing about him. He'll always

help if I'm in any sort of trouble.

If anybody does aught against me,

I can always rely on him.

I was with him and his pal once,

and we set on a bloke.

I never want to do that again.

But people like that should be careful,

though, never to pick on the wrong bloke.

I saw fight like that once.

This was with two soldiers and all.

They set onto a bloke,

and he wiped the floor with them.

It was horrible, blood all over.

I had to turn me head away.

- This place is more dead than alive.

- You want another?

I've got a date. You have work soon, no?

- I'll see you.

- All right.

That wasn't a bad picture.

I knew it would end like that, though.

You could see it a mile off.

Pictures always make me thirsty.

- Fancy a drink?

- No.

Let's get a bus home

so you can meet Mum.

She'll get some supper for us.

Will she mind you bringing me back?

No, she likes company.

All right.

- Don't be long there, Doreen.

- I shan't be, Mum.

How about tomorrow?

If you like.

We can go to the White Horse for a drink.

I'm not all that keen on boozing.

All right, I'll get somebody else

for tomorrow.

See if I care.

Don't get like that, duck.

Come on in, and shut that door!

I shan't be a minute, Mum.

I'll see you next Wednesday.

Okay, see you next Wednesday.

I thought you were never coming in

off that porch.

It's all right, Mum, I'm coming up.

If you'll spare me a minute,

I'll give you your wages.

- I shan't say no.

- You'd be the first one who's ever did.

How much this week?

14. It's more than the tool setters get.

When I started here,

I took home 7 bob a week.

But in them days,

A packet of fags were a tuppence.

You had a marvelous time starving.

But they've stuck me

near 3 quid tax this week.

Don't blame the firm for that.

Don't grab so much.

I don't grab. I earn every penny of it.

I don't say you don't. I don't want anyone

to know how much you take home.

They'd all be at my throat

asking for a raise.

You could sack them, couldn't you?

Just like them good old days

you were just telling me about.

Here you are, Mum, me board.

Six bob this week, buy yourself something.

Thanks, Arthur, me old duck.

- He's a good lad to you, ain't he?

- He is and all.

Takes after his dad for hard work,

don't he?

Come here, you!

Another cup of tea, love.

He's paying that, you know.

Old blood chop, that's what you are.

You shouldn't be so rough with him.

He's all right. What do you feed him?

He's like a cannon ball.

Eats like an horse.

Our Bert didn't want his dinner last night,

and that little beggar scoffs every bit.

Get out, eh! Look at him.

Can't keep his hands off it.

Lock up your hair clips,

else he'll be in the gas meter.

Shut up, you daft nit,

putting ideas into his head.

Go to the shop, and buy

a fiver's worth of dolly mixtures.

Stop tormenting him, Arthur.

- He's all right.

- Come back here!

Quick one, eh?

Give me that fiver back,

and I'll give you a tenner. Come here!

Give me that!

I'll get you some toffees.

Chalk it up, will you, Mrs. Roe?

There was someaught else I wanted,

but I can't think of it.

I'll buy you some caramels.

Look where you're going.

Sorry, I didn't see you.

Sixpence of caramels, please.

You think you own the place,

young bleeder.

What are you talking about? You're daft.

I'm not so daft that I don't know

about your games.

I've seen you out with them

as you shouldn't. Not the first time, either.

- You have, have you?

- I have.

I know about you and all.

You're not past a bit of rum stuff, are you?

- Bet your old man doesn't know about that.

- Go on, you!

Come on, let's go, we're not safe.

She's a nutcase.

I'll clout you one of these days!

Ta-ta, Fluffy!

- What's all the rush?

- Come on, shift.

I'll help you with the tea in a minute.

I'm bringing it in, if Tarzan here will let me.

Why are you frightened?

A kiss won't hurt you.

What do you think I am?

I don't even know you!

- Give us a kiss, and then you will.

- No, get off!

- You men are all the same.

- I'm different.

You don't look it to me.

I am.

I think you're a little cracker.

Looks as if you're having a birthday party.

I don't know, what a mess the house is.

I thought you were clearing up for me.

I was, Mum.

I just brought my pals up for a moment.

You know Arthur, me young man,

don't you?

How do, Mrs. Greatton?

Look at this mess. I don't know.

You might help me a bit at times.

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