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: I think I'm going through what psychiatrists call an identity crisis. Thelma
: Is that what Alan Pooley had? Bob
: I think Alan just liked dressing up in women's clothes.
: She must have quite a hold on Terry. Bob
: Probably at this very moment. Thelma
: Maybe we should invite Chris and Terry to badminton club.
: I know the city is a bit grey but outside we're surrounded by breathtaking grandeur, aren't we Bob? Bob
: Oh yes, breathtaking.
: These streets are ugly, but they have a kind of beauty. Terry Collier
: Working class sentiment is the indulgence of working peopled created through football and rock-and-roll or people like you who moved out to the elm lodge housing estate at the earliest opportunity. Bob
: Well I didn't want my kids growing up in these streets.
: Nobody cares, nobody's moved by the occasion. Terry Collier
: Residents are, moved to a highrise.
: In the chocolate box of life the top layer's already gone. And someone's pinched the orange creme from the bottom. Terry Collier
: Bloody hell.
: Of course you always had an irresistible sexual magnetism. Terry Collier
: True but its not just that. Bob
: What is it then, I'm dying to know! Terry Collier
: Well once I've got them up here, there's no way they're going to risk leavin this dodgy area after dark.
: I'm going through a very depressed state recently, I think we should talk it through. Thelma
: Oh Bob, we've got so much to get done, can't we talk about if later over a cup of tea, it'll keep won't it. Bob
: Of course, its not important Thelma, I'm only questioning the validity of my entire life.
: You kicked it up there! Bob
: Not on purpose, was only making a strong clearance.
: We've got better things to do with taxpayers money. Bob
: I'm sorry, when I get to the top I just lost me nerve. Terry Collier
: Keeps your hand in doesn't it, better than polishing your bell up all afternoon.
: Back in time for a drink, watch the box this afternoon - that's what a weekend should be - sport, sleep, slippers and sex. Bob
: Not necessarily in that order.
: Mind you my wife isn't really with me. Terry Collier
: In town though. Bob
: Out of sight, out of mind. Terry Collier
: Good thinking Bob.
: You are so tired, I put you up. Bob
: You've put up with me long enough. Christina
: I not mean with, I up-put you.
: I don't want to put you out. Christina
: I not put out, you are nice person, you come to bed and I put you up.
: Did Thelma call? Terry Collier
: No. Bob
: Are you sure? Terry Collier
: We don't have a phone.
: That's just one of life's bitter ironies Bob. Bob
: I suffer a lot from those.
: When it comes to women you're hardly Omar Sharif. Terry Collier
: If Omar Sharif lived in Gateshead I doubt he'd be Omar Sharif.
: I bet we could go right round the world and you'd have a pat response ready. Terry Collier
: I've travelled man, I've seen a bit of the world now you know. Bob
: What do you think of Koreans, for instance? Terry Collier
: Not to be trusted. Cruel people. Much the same as all Orientals. Bob
: That's a third of the world's population dismissed in a phrase. Russians? Terry Collier
: Sinister. Bob
: Egyptians? Terry Collier
: Cowardly. Bob
: Oh? I thought you might have saved that for Italians. Terry Collier
: No, no, they're greasy aren't they? Not as greasy as the French mind. Bob
: Germans? Terry Collier
: Arrogant. Bob
: Spaniards? Terry Collier
: Lazy. Bob
: Danes? Terry Collier
: Pornographic. Bob
: Well that's just about everyone. Oh, Americans? Terry Collier
: Well, they're flash aren't they? Bob
: So it's just down to the British, is it? Terry Collier
: Well, I haven't got much time for the Irish or the Welsh, and the Scots are worse than the Koreans. Bob
: And you never could stand Southerners. Terry Collier
: To tell you the truth I don't like anybody much outside this town. And there's a lot of families in our street I can't stand either. Come to think of it, I don't even like the people next door. Bob
: I see, so from the distant blue Pacific through the barren wastes of Manchuria, to 127 Inkerman Terrace, you can't abide anyone.