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And l am English too of course, while

she is lrish through and through

The fact is that she left

when she was ten!

She grew up in America, but then

it suits her to forget that on the whole

She claims her roots and so can

play the role of the oppressed

Right, so tell me why she never

seems to find the time to fly back home

to see one of the very

last true communists

Her auntie in Belfast?

To say those things to her

he has abused us both

She doesn't need to know how

we have organized our marriage

And then he said things about...

She so looks up to me!

l could kill him l could hoot him dead

our god-daughter!

l can't believe he said...

Have you ever seen

a body full of bullets?

- As a matter of fact...

- You people...?

- Who?

- Are so naive

What?

The stupid things that you believe, you think

there is no pain that cannot be forgotten

And no chain that fetters

you that cannot be undone

You're ''free'', but must defend that

with a gun, a tank, a helicopter or a bomb

So no-one thinks that

way where you come from?

Why suddenly accuse me in this way?

l have a different point

of view on life and death

But is that true?

You are a scientist and from the west

you think you know it all, that you're the best

One life of yours worth

more than all the rest

Hello? ls it me that you are talking to?

What do you know about my point of view?

And, come to that, about the work l do?

You do not seem to work much, anyway...

l work at night, but you... here in the day...

Jesus! What's going on?

What did l say?

- lt seems that you know nothing of my life

- l know that you are married, you're a wife

A woman with a lover, in the day

perhaps another one at night? Or two?

l don't have lovers

there is only you

Oh sh*t, man, l was saved

from as worse than sin

My life as ugly, l ate out of bins

You know l sank that low, l had no pride

The dirt on me... and in my

mouth... l lied with every breath

l didn't have a friend left in the world...

they gave up in the end lt was hopeless

And it was all because

l turned away from Jesus

lt was hell, but then he found me

and he made me well again

Oh praise the Lord, the mighty one

who gave this undeserving world his son

You think it's you that

f***ing turned away?

He saw your f***ing face

and thought:
no way!

Don't mock the man

But look, l can't believe any father that

would go and leave his son in such a mess

Why didn't he come sooner?

- None of it makes sense to me

- Too right it don't, you've got to f***ing think

l'm God, you're dirt, l wash you

in the sink of holy f***ing water

Well, what for?

For one less sinner banging at the door

of heaven when it's all too f***ing late?

- The Lord is merciful

- l f***ing hate this crap

There ain't no God, it's f***ing shite

and if there is, he's full of f***ing spite

- lt's you that's negative

- Don't pick on me!

- l'm not, but every c*nt's your enemy

- Too f***ing right!

lf Jesus chose that f*** instead

of me, now who's got all the luck?

His heart is big enough for you as well

if you repent your sins you're saved from hell

He will forgive the things

you've said today

Just go down on your

knees and start to pray

F*** off! You f***ing wanker!

There's no way! That wasn't

what l f***ing meant to say

- What did you mean?

- You picking on me too?

- l only asked

- What do you f***ing do?

Go down the f***ing mosque?

Dark f***ing horse

lnfidel!

Oh, oh what? Of f***ing course!

You're a fanatic, one of them

Be careful, lady

- Why, are you afraid?

- Don't be ridiculous

- The lamb has strayed

- What f***ing lamb?

The lamb of God's in hell

- He was in Paradise, and now he fell

- l've had it with this f***ing God and sh*t

There ain't no paradise

this f***ing crap is it

This country's full

of wankers dressed in sheets

asylum f***ing seekers in our streets

And taking all our

f***ing jobs, Arab wanks!

- Easy, easy

- No then what do they do?

To give us thanks what the

do they f***ing blow us up!

- You've got it wrong

- That f***ing jihad war, it won't be long

The war is fought inside the soul of man

He struggles, doing everything

he can to overcome his base desires

The part of him that's

animal and has no heart

The self that's primitive and has

no mind, that's why there is a law

lslamic law's not kind but it is fair

A bomb's not f***ing fair, you

Arab shites are evil, you don't care

To you we're all the same

from over there, you're ignorant

- Now don't you f***ing dare

- You celebrate your ignorance with joy

You should be studying, you're

just a boy and living on the street

So f***ing what? You f***ing

foreigners have stole the lot

There ain't no f***ing houses left for us

you dirty mother-f***ing load of pus

- Come off it, son, he didn't mean

- Boy, answer me, are your hands clean?

l'm not an Arab if that's what you mean

- Then you may touch...

- This f***'s too f***ing much!

lnsult my people, you're insulting me

l may have my doubts

but now when l see an animal like you

l'd rather be of any faith than be of none

Go on then lady, give it to him, son

ls that what you need there?

Out

- l need to see you

- Look l can't, not now

- Then later?

- No

- Tomorrow, anyhow?

- l cannot say

- You cannot say, why not?

- Some problems

Well, me too... have you forgot?

Look, it's... we need to talk, let's go away

A small hotel a night or two l will pay

Sorry

- How are you?

- Fine

That's it?

Don't nag

l'm sorry, l don't follow

you, could you repeat?

Or is it that l ought to learn

somehow to read your mind?

l am sure that if l try l'll find a way...

l'm going out

Sometimes you are a b*tch

The b*tch and nag: a lovely pair

yes, do go out and get some air

Why won't you fight? Why won't you

shout? Then we could argue our way out

Look, as it happens

l am proud of my control

You say out loud the

first thing that occurs to you

l don't behave like you

and l am glad of that

l try to do my best for us, don't sigh...

Am l too much? Am l too much real?

Perhaps with me you have to feel

Feel what? The loss of all

our dreams? The end of us?

Some empty schemes to fill the void?

Re-decorate the house perhaps, or

celebrate my birthday or some other date...

Our anniversary! Let's wake up

somewhere else, let's take a break

Lie on a beach and feel

the ache of emptiness

You're bored, you read a book

And then we go and feed ourselves...

at some expensive place you hate

And so you pull a face

at me as if the fault were mine

You think it's good to feel l've failed?

You think it's good to feel

l've jailed you somehow in a boring, cold

hell of a place where we grow old together

wishing that we weren't?

l've learned that not to feel at all is best

There was a time when love was

there, there must have been

yes it was you who once said

conversation was an aphrodisiac...

because it flowed

Like nectar, or like juice

Oh, f*** it, f*** it, what's the use

- How is your Aunt?

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