This Sporting Life Page #5

Am I a good footballer?

Let's go upstairs and

find an empty room.

Oh, he's a jolly good fellow.

For he's a jolly good fellow.

For he's a jolly good fellow,

and so say all of us.

For he's a jolly good fellow,

and so say all of us.

For he's a jolly good fellow.

For he's a jolly good fellow.

For he's a jolly good fellow,

and so say all of us.

And so say all of us,

and so say all of us.

For he's a jolly good fellow.

For he's a jolly good fellow.

For he's a jolly good fellow,

and so say all of us.

Hip, hip!

Horray!

Hip, hip!

Horray!

Weaver,

you're a fifth rate gutless quack!

It's late.

You just got back?

Are you all right?

Aye. Aye.

You've had a visitor.

Two. Nobody you know.

Who could that be?

Don't get so hoity.

You don't know everybody

in my life.

Eric's sister and her husband.

I didn't know she had one.

Here.

What do you think of that?

What is it?

Is that you?

Before I met Eric.

When was that?

At the end of the war.

We worked in a factory

making bombs.

You should have seen us.

All women.

We had some times.

You weren't married?

No.

I had some chaps, though.

We had good fun together.

Aye, I bet you gave them

a right run around.

Tell no stories, tell no lies.

God, what have you done?

I don't look too good, do I?

I've aged 10 years. You reckon?

What have you been doing?

You been fighting?

I got them broken. The dentist

pulled out the bits.

Six bits, ten guineas.

I'm in the wrong business.

Spoilt your looks.

So I've been told.

By a girl?

Who else worries about me?

You went to Weaver's then?

Aye.

You look ill, Frank.

You oughtn't to have been out.

What am I going to do

with the presents for the kids?

Go on, go on, go on.

I'll put them in their stockings.

And

I've got yours here.

You shouldn't have bothered.

Want it now?

What is it?

Take it.

No, leave it till the morning.

Don't spoil it.

Will you put the light out?

I'd never guessed you made bombs.

Meg,

come to bed with me.

It'll be cold and I need

looking after.

Mother always goes to be with Santa.

All right.

But just for Christmas.

All right, five quid.

Watch it. Steady now.

Five quid?

It's only money.

You've got him worried, Maurice.

Of course, he's a family man.

But whose bloody family?

Stuff it or I'll belt you across

that back seat!

I've got Frank in a corner.

All right, Maurice.

Let's see what you're made of.

There's 10 quid.

Stop, I'm getting off here.

You're a friend of mine?

I've give you all the money, haven't I?

I'll see you for ten quid.

What you got?

Nothing much.

Two pairs

of kings.

I'd have bet the whole bus.

I'm not greedy, Maurice.

30 quid's enough.

She'll murder me.

Who, Judy?

She bloody will.

It went to charity.

Lucky bleeder!

Is that what you call it?

It bloody is.

Ken, you want a hand?

I might as well.

You know what you're doing

with the cash?

I can take care of it.

But can it take care of thee?

Get stuffed, love.

Margaret.

I'm coming.

I've got something to show you.

We won't be back too late,

Mrs. Farrer.

Why don't you pop out and get

yourself something?

It's all right, Mr. Machin.

I'll leave it here.

Here she is.

You like it?

It's beautiful, love.

Thanks.

Wait a minute.

What?

Wait a minute.

Let's put this on, for a change.

Oh, no, Frank.

It's yours. It's here,

it's nobody else's.

Don't be silly, Frank, I...

I want you to have it.

Look, it won't bite.

Frank, I can't.

I can't wear it.

Come on. Come on.

Just for tonight.

Just for tonight.

That's a start.

We won't be back late.

All right.

Bye for now.

Ta ta.

Goodbye.

This table is reserved, sir.

You're right, it's reserved.

For us.

Sir, there is a nice table...

Why don't you get lost, love?

We could have. He's doing his job.

His what? You call that a job?

Traipsing about like a

50-year old tart?

Good evening, madam.

Good evening, Mrs. Weaver.

Mr. Weaver.

Nice to see you again.

- Tom, keeping well?

- Well, thank you, and you?

Will you be going in,

or order at the bar?

Yes, we'll have a drink first.

- Good evening, madam.

- Hello, Bruce.

Good evening.

And to follow?

Bird? Duckling's nice this evening.

Or meat? A nice steak?

Have you any roast meat?

Roast beef, madam.

Yes, and some vegetables.

Cauliflower and roast potatoes?

Thank you, madam.

And you, sir?

Let's have a look.

I'll have

a steak, blood rare, some cabbage

and some potatoes.

No soup, sir?

Aye, I'll have soup, and plenty of it.

Thank you, sir.

And to drink?

- Yes, we'll have...

- I'll send the Wine Waiter over.

What did you ask me for?

He'll bring fried egg and bacon.

Don't burn his whiskers.

You shouldn't behave like that.

We're paying,

that's what interests them.

No, it's not.

If you act like a pig...

If I'm a pig, what's this load

of fat bastards?

I've told you.

Enjoy yourself,

that's what this is for.

I can handle these people.

Hi, love. Have they

burnt your custard?

Really!

These old ladies are a bit past it.

He didn't know what to say.

- You care to order?

- Thank you.

Mrs. Weaver.

Your table is already reserved.

Thank you, Thomas.

Isn't that Frank Machin?

She's not getting what

she expected.

Does anybody with Machin?

Give us the bill, love,

we're leaving.

Yes, sir.

The fur coat, please.

I feel almost sorry for her.

Anything wrong, sir?

I don't mind paying,

but has he added right?

He's no good at his sums.

No mistake, sir.

Are you sure?

Quite, sir.

Good, I just wanted

to make certain.

For your trouble.

Careful.

Thank you.

Hallo, Mr. Weaver.

Good night, Mr. Machin.

- See you in the morning.

- All right.

That was Mrs. Weaver

at the restaurant?

Aye.

Aren't you friends anymore?

Who with?

Them.

No, I've

got no need for them.

Are you going up?

Yes, in a minute.

They got a good day for it.

Aye.

Fit for Saturday?

- Champion, Mr. Slomer.

- That's the way.

We can't manage without Frank.

I hope you'll both be very happy.

Come on, Judith.

Aren't you going to kiss her?

I won't be a second, Margaret.

Congratulations. Best of luck.

Look after her.

Well done, Judith.

See keeps up to it,

and no backsliding.

How are you, Mr. Slomer?

Margaret!

What's the matter?

Why'd you run off?

In front of everyone.

That young girl.

I'm ashamed.

Ashamed?

I'm a kept woman.

What did you expect?

Oh, my God!

It's no good, Frank.

That car, me in a fur coat, living

in the same house as you.

Deal with dirt, you look dirty.

People have eyes.

You feel like dirt?

What do you think?

You want to shove me off to another.

From what I've hear,

you're never short of girls.

Why do you stick with me still?

You'll leave me soon.

That's the first I've heard of it.

Of me leaving.

I know you.

You were beginning to feel happy.

Happy?

I could say something, but I won't.

Go on, say it.

I'd like to hear you say all of it.

You don't understand at all.

You can sell it if you're

sure I'm leaving.

You can open a shop with

the stuff I bought you.

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