Weekend Page #7
like, you know, just
to Jamie's or...
or to Tesco's or to work. It...
It kind of...
It's hard to explain,
but it... (Chuckles)
...it kind of feels like
I've got indigestion.
like indigestion.
And...
it just makes me angry,
you know, that I feel
like that because...
because it's so
f***ing pathetic.
You know, I'm a grown man,
and I look at you, and...
and I see you and you can
do it and you're amazing.
I just don't understand
why I can't.
(Glen) You know your log thing?
(Russell) Yeah.
You're right about
people coming out
and what their parents
say and stuff.
Yeah?
I just wondered why.
Erm...
it interests me.
It's like, erm...
everyone's got their story,
haven't they, it's like a...
gay rite of passage.
But you don't.
I suppose, yeah.
That's what I thought.
Do you ever think about
finding your parents?
No. Not really.
Why not?
Er...
I don't really see the point.
You know, I don't think
Why don't I...
pretend to be your dad...
(Chuckles) ...and you
can come out to me?
That is so weird.
Just ignore the fact
we just had sex.
I don't think I can ignore
the fact we just had sex.
Try.
OK.
Dad?
I've got something that
I need to tell you.
What's that?
I'm gay.
(Glen) Hmm.
I like guys, not girls.
(Glen exhales)
Well.
You know what, son?
It doesn't matter to me.
I love you just the same.
And guess what?
What?
I couldn't be more proud of you
than if you were the
first man on the moon.
Good morning.
- I made you coffee.
- Thanks.
So what you doing today?
Erm...
I've got to go over to
Jamie's house, erm...
there's a party, it's my
goddaughter's birthday, so...
- You're a godfather?
- Yeah.
You're not religious, are you?
No. They just asked me.
That's very nice, thank you.
Erm...
What time's your train today?
Why?
No reason.
Are you going to come and sing
to me, or beg me to stay?
No, I don't think so, no.
It's about...
- Glen...
- Shhh.
(Dog barking, birds chirping)
(Dog barking)
- Hiya!
- Hiya.
- You made it, I'm made up.
(Children chattering)
- Are you all right?
- Yeah, yeah.
Come in, then.
- You stink of booze!
- Do I?
- Yeah.
- Sorry.
- Did you have a session last night?
- Didn't Jamie say anything to you?
- No. (Jamie) Who wants
to play Twister?
Right, look who's here, everyone!
Look who's here!
Hey, all right, mate?
- Hiya, mate.
- All right?
Yeah, yeah.
Where's the girl, then?
Lois, look!
Hey! Gaps! All right, missus?
Happy birthday to you
- Go on, take it, then.
- What do you say?
(Man) If the Commando stands at
(Cathy) Oh, it's too complicated,
let's do it again.
(Man)...
has to count either 1 to 10 or...
(Laughter)
(Jamie) All right, that's it,
I'm not playing. (Laughter)
All right, well, come on...
(Man) What do you call a girl that
sits in the middle of a tennis court?
(Lois) I don't know.
- Annette. (Laughter, groans)
(Jamie) I've got one, I've got one,
I've got one. What goes "Ooh"?
- A cow with no lips. (Laughter)
(Party chatter continues)
What's going on?
Nothing.
Nothing's going on.
Are you going to tell me about it or what?
(Sighs)
No. I feel... It feels weird talking
to you about it, I don't know. Sorry.
Weird?
We're best mates, we talk about
all kinds of stuff. Come on.
Yeah, but we don't talk about this kind
of stuff, do we, that's not what we do.
about this kind of stuff.
Yeah, I know.
I don't know, Jamie, I
don't know, it's...
it's stupid really.
I mean...
this guy I've met,
Glen, you know,
I met him two days ago, he doesn't
know me, I don't know him,
and he...
I met him, like, two days
ago, two days is nothing.
I don't know, I just feel a
bit of a twat, that's all.
I think it's just cos I'm hung over
and tired and he's going away and...
Well, you'll be able to see him
when he gets back, won't you?
No, no, I won't, because
he's not coming back.
He's moving to America, so...
that's it.
Well, what time's he leaving?
Doesn't matter.
No, come on, what
time's he leaving?
I can run you in the car.
What about the cake?
Don't worry about
the f***ing cake.
- Cathy will go nuts.
- So?
Lois is going to want
you around, isn't she?
I want to be here for Lois,
it's my goddaughter's birthday.
I'll be half an hour.
Come on, I'll run
you in the car.
(Echoing train announcements)
(Woman over PA) 24-hour CCTV recording
is in operation at this station.
- I f***ing knew you'd come.
(Laughs) Did you?
Such a goddamn romantic.
Looks like it, eh?
So is this our
Notting Hill moment?
You know, I've never
seen it, ever.
Neither have I, but I imagine
there's a declaration of love
- and everybody applauds.
(Laughs) Yeah!
Do you reckon that's what
would happen with us?
Might do. Could give it a go.
They'd either clap or
throw us under a train.
(Russell) I'm...
(Woman) 24-hour CCTV recording
is in operation at this station.
I want you to know I'm not
here to stop you from going.
- Please be quiet. Shut up!
- No, no, no.
I just want to...
I just want to...
I just want you to know that...
(Glen, sighing) Oh, f***.
You're a bastard for coming down here.
F*** me.
(Glen sighs)
(Glen sobbing)
I don't know what
the f*** I'm doing.
You'll be great.
- You'll have the most amazing time.
(Sighs) F***'s sake.
F***.
(Wolf-whistle)
(Boy) F***ing gay boys!
(2nd boy) Gay boys!
I've got something for you.
Ignore them.
I couldn't remember
your surname.
(Train announcement)
Right, I've got to go.
(Russell on tape) Erm...
I... I don't know.
I can hardly remember anything.
(Glen) Just start from the
beginning, when you first saw me.
(John Grant:
Marz)Bittersweet strawberry,
marshmallow, butterscotch
Polar bear, cashew, dixieland,
phosphate, chocolate
Lime, tuttifrutti, special
raspberry, leave it to me
Three grace, Scotch lassie,
cherry smash, lemon freeze
I wanna go to Marz
waiting for you after the show
I wanna go to Marz
You'll meet the Gold
Dust Twins tonight
You'll get your heart's desire
I will meet you
under the lights
Golden champagne, juicy
grapefruit, lucky Monday
High-school football, hot
fudge, Buffalo, tulip sundae
Almond caramel frapp,
pineapple, root beer
Black and white, Big Apple, Henry
Ford, sweetheart, maple tear
I wanna go to Marz
waiting for you after the show
I wanna go to Marz
You'll meet the Gold
Dust Twins tonight
You'll get your heart's desire
I will meet you
under the lights...
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