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hwp What a spectacle.
Millions and millions of stars.
Funny thing, the universe.
Sort of scares the shit out of you,
doesnt it?
So where did it
all come from, do you think?
Dont know.
Just happened, I suppose.
So, what about when we die?
Nothing.
Nothing at all?
What fathead has caused all this?
Listen... the first race has started.
Ridiculous.
All that money to sit in a queue.
Arthur! Just relax, will you?
I know, how about a song?
- Theres been an accident.
- Where?!
I dont know, do I, fathead?!
Thats what were gonna find out.
Why cant you just sit and wait
like everybody else?
- Show them the stethoscope, pet.
- What for?
- Let them know were doctors.
- Well do no such thing.
- What are you doing?
- Its all right. Im a doctor.
Im a doctor, theres been an accident.
Im a doctor.
This is the way
that it was with my father.
Minor duplicities.
Little fiddles.
My childhood a web
of little scams and triumphs.
Parking where you shouldnt.
Drinking after hours.
The goods off the back of a lorry.
He was lost if he couldnt cheat
in a small way.
My father could talk his way
into and out of anything.
- Tickets, sir.
- Certainly, here you are.
- These are blue tickets, sir.
- Exactly.
That is the whole problem.
Ive been sent the wrong tickets.
Im sorry, sir. This entrance
is for private members only.
- Youll have to go back to queue.
- But I am a member. See?
Simpson, T, Trevor. Doctor, you see?
As a matter of fact, were in a bit
of a rush. The lad wants a wee-wee.
- All right, Dr Simpson, in you go.
- Thank you very much.
How about that, Blake?
Three bob tickets for just two bob.
Marvellous, bloody marvellous.
My father seemed to me infallible.
Invincible.
Immortal, even.
What do you think?
Very handsome.
- I hope Im going to get a mention.
- Mention?
- In your acceptance speech.
- Oh, God, a speech.
You really think
Im going to have to make a speech?
- Do we have time?
- I think so.
Whats going on in there?
Right on cue.
The sex police.
Be right there, Dad!
Well be late!
You got two minutes.
Hear that? We got two minutes.
At the risk of getting sentimental, Id
like to say thank-you to my wife, Kathy.
Not only for all her support
and encouragement,
but because she asked me to mention her.
My dad always used to say,
and Im sure hell say it again
before the nights out,
"Being a writer, in particular a poet,
is all well and good.
But its no way to make a living."
Of course, as in most other things,
hes absolutely right.
Too true.
Its nice to be reminded I havent been
completely wasting my time.
So thank you very much for this.
Thank you.
I wanted him to be a doctor.
Nice pension, surgery, near us.
Take over my surgery for that matter.
Have you actually read the poem?
- Course he hasnt read it.
- Hes tried.
- Several times.
- Lets have a look then.
- Its plastic.
- Ill take that from you, shall I?
Im going to the bar.
He couldve been a vet even.
Two words, thats all Id like.
Two words.
- "Well" and "done".
- He doesnt mean it.
Hes here for the free buffet.
The mean-spirited, sanctimonious,
narrow-minded old sod.
- What now?
- Hes talking to Salman Rushdie.
Look, hes telling him
how its done.
"Have you read Jaws,
Salman? Now that is a book."
- Together.
- Like this, Granddad?
Oh, now where are you going?
Whats that?
Have a guess.
Now bring it to me. No, no, no.
- Ends together. Like that.
- Just leave that, Dad.
I still cant believe you hired a
removal firm. Theyre rip-off merchants.
We couldve done the whole thing
for nothing in the van.
- There was too much stuff for the van.
- You can afford it on what you earn?
Who wants to take mummy
up some breakfast?
- Bye, Granddaddy.
- See you later.
My little helpers!
- I do all right, Dad.
- Whyd you borrow this money off me?
- If you were a doctor...
- A bit late for this conversation.
- Whats this doing here?
- Its going in the loft.
