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Okay, how about this one?

A group of loonies go out on a day trip, and on the way back, they stop at a pub

for a dink. I think that's enough, Campbell, eh? One of the loonies comes

running up to the nurse saying, Nurse, nurse, that barmaid smiled at me. So the

nurse says, well, smile back.

So the loonie goes away, but he's back five minutes later saying, Nurse, nurse,

that barmaid winked at me. So the nurse says, well, wink back.

So he's away again, but he's back ten minutes later saying, Nurse, nurse, that

barmaid, she showed me her bosoms.

So the nurse says, well... Show her you're nuts.

So he's away again, straight up to the barmaid and goes... Do you not

get it?

The nurse says, show her you're nuts, and he does.

All right, Campbell.

Have they found my kittens yet?

Francine, I told you.

They were sick.

Thanks for the lift.

She'll be alright, you know.

We girls tougher than you think.

I listened to your show on Sunday night, by the way. I thought you and Campbell

were wondrous.

Are you going to be famous now?

I don't think so.

Why not?

I don't know. I think we've blown it.

The producer left before the show was over and maybe he's been in touch since.

Caretaker let me in.

Tell him it was your man.

Caretaker would have let you in if you told him you was the Yorkshire Ripper.

So, this is where you're living now?

Aye. It's not much, but... No much?

Men doing ten of your life live better than this.

What did you come here for?

I want you to come home.

I want you to just take the drugs like we agreed, eh?

I can't do that.

How not?

I'm...

I'm not going to take any more of this crapola.

You're not going to take it?

I'm not going to take it?

What am I supposed to tell folks when they ask after you?

That you're living in a whore's drug den?

Tripping your syringes in the stairs?

And using your industrial-strength dental to cover up the smell of stale

spunk and dog shite?

It's nice to know you worry about me.

You cannae stay here, Rosalie.

I know.

I'm going to Hillcrest.

In a leafy suburban setting.

Close to shops and a transport.

You can help me move in if you want.

Mr Griffin.

McKenna!

How's my top salesman this afternoon?

I'm still just learning, sir.

You're going to be my right-hand man from now on, McKenna. The district

council scheme starts work next week.

There's plenty more where that came from.

Money in the bank, McKenna. Money in the bank.

I was wondering just when the district council commission would actually be in

the bank.

I know what it's like, McKenna. You want to get out there and buy that red sports

car, eh?

That Nikon stereo...

big screen telly and video system? Is that true, or am I right?

I, um... My grandmother's emigrating. She needs 3,000 pounds.

McKenna, I'm going to tell you something I've never told any other salesman in

this company.

I was married once.

Are you married? No, sir. Then take my advice.

Don't ever get married.

The biggest liability a salesman can have is a wife.

They suck the life out of you.

Margaret was always on about me not spending enough time at home.

She said, Gordon, my name's Gordon, but don't ever call me that. She said,

Gordon, there's a parent-teacher meeting. And I said, I have to sell

windows. She said, your son's been fighting. And I said, I've got to sell

windows. She said, your daughter's on drugs. And I said, I have to sell

windows. And when she finally up and left, do you know what I said to myself?

I've got to sell windows.

I said, good riddance to bad rubbish.

Because she was trying to drag me down, McKenna. Just as sure as if she was

working for the competition.

Which I suspected she might have been when I thought about it. Since she spent

longer than I thought decent talking to another glazed rep at a double glazing

convention once.

I am speaking to you as a father to his son.

Don't ever let personal concerns drag you down.

If you must, then let them pull you up.

To be the best salesman you can be.

You want to help your grandmother?

Go out and sell windows.

You want quick money? Sell domestic installations.

So what are you going to do?

I'm going to sell windows. I can't hear you. I'm going to sell windows. That

doesn't sound like my right-hand man. I'm going to sell windows!

That's my boy!

Everywhere I go, I'm going to sell windows.

We've been left with a stuffy cancelled order and could do you a really good

deal. And we will put them absolutely free, except for the cost of materials,

in return for putting up the discreet windows by a twin view sign in the front

of your home. We've been looking for properties to use as show houses in the

area, to help but notice what a lovely garden you've got.

I'm afraid I'm only offered, I should offer this discount tonight, and tonight

only. Well, we've done it once.

And you'll never regret Twinview.

I've got some work to do. I'll just sit here and do it. I want you to have a wee

chat.

Well, once.

I hear words I

never heard in the Bible.

And I'm one step ahead of the shoe shine.

Two steps away from the county line.

Well, that's about all we have time for tonight.

Don't forget to tune in tomorrow night for Campbell Bain's Looney Tunes show.

Eddie, where the hell have you been?

Sorry I'm late.

Late? You've missed the whole bloody show.

I've been working.

Don't have to catch every one of your shows from start to finish, do I?

It was your show.

It was?

Look, I'm sorry.

I had a few bevvies, didn't want to drive.

A couple of bevvies?

You look like you've been in a three-day binge.

Look, Campbell, I'm a salesman. That's what I get paid for. I don't get paid

for coming here.

Well, I don't think that's a very professional attitude.

What do I need a professional attitude for?

For when you go to lunch with Paula Kinghorn.

She's been trying to get in touch with you for days.

Jesus.

Lunch! Eddie, lunch!

And then she said, I probably shouldn't be saying this yet, but I think I'm

going to have good news for you.

I cannae. You go, Carol. She specifically said she wanted to have

lunch with you.

I cannae do it.

How not?

I've been waiting for this all my life. If I went to lunch and came out with

nothing, I don't know what I'd do.

You'll not come out with nothing. Aye.

Just make sure she pays for lunch.

Hang on, we must have passed it.

Are you sure?

No, you're right. It's further up the hill.

What have you got in these anyway, Anne?

That one's got my clothes and household effects and that one's got my death

hole.

No, I'm sure this isn't right.

We should have crossed a big road by now.

I'm going to have to ask somebody.

You can't just chap any door you see.

I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm new to the neighborhood. Do you know where

Hillcrest is?

Going to have a look for yourself, then? Aye. It's just up the road on your

right. And you're supposed to be weak when you see it.

First Lord is supposed to be moving in any day now.

Dr. Brown's having a community meeting on Friday, if you'd like to come along.

Aye, so I would.

I'll pop in with some leaflets, if you like. What's your address?

Number 5, Hillcrest.

My name's Rosalie, by the way. Nice to meet a neighbor so soon.

Rosalie. Listen, you can't move in here. Why not?

They don't want you here.

They put all those posters to tell you they don't want you here.

You can't stay where you're not wanted. I know.

That's why I'm moving.

Oh, look at this, Jim.

It's a palace.

With gardens and everything.

Robbie would have loved a place like this.

We should have had another baby after Robbie died.

Why did we never have another baby?

Because we stopped sleeping together.

Thelma, good morning.

I'm making breakfast.

You don't even eat breakfast. You drink only.

Today, I'm making breakfast.

Sit.

What is it?

When you're a wee boy, you make breakfast only when there's bad news for

you from school?

Grandma, I promise you, there's nae bad news for me from school.

Then laugh, Daddy. I don't know you like this.

That's because I'm happy.

I know it's a new experience, but we're just going to have to get used to it.

Because next week, I am going to have lunch with Paula Kinghorn.

This is a wonderful view.

Grandma, I'm just going to lunch.

Oh, dear, it's tomorrow, man.

Grandma. I'm going to Lithuania next week, but still it's time to get special

licence. I won't breathe. Grandma, she is senior producer at Radio Scotland.

And you are hot shot salesman. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Grandma, it's

a business meeting, not a date.

You're going to sell a window?

Grandma, she might be offering me a job at Radio Scotland.

You stupid boy!

You stupid, stupid boy!

Ow! You half-job!

But not the job I want.

Didn't he put you on air to have the job you want? He put you on air to suffer.

Aye, and I've suffered. But you see this?

This is a smile.

And you see that? That is a wee sparkle in my eye.

And I shaved first thing this morning. I am the shirt.

And I haven't had a drink since yesterday afternoon.

And you're happy?

Aye! And you're not in love?

No! Then you are a fool!

You boys wait here.

I'll see you back here after I come down.

Is that it?

I love you.

Where's Francie? I'm not sure.

Isabel, is Francie back from Carleton yet?

What?

What's happened?

Don't worry, she's all right. She got a hold of a bit of broken glass. Oh,

Jesus. She's all right.

Insecretion! We miss you! Come here!

Just wanted to see you.

I know.

Let's have a coffee, Eddie.

It's only a superficial wound.

We think she found a shard from a lemonade bottle that was broken last

week. Physically, she's fine.

And?

Otherwise?

You're close to Francine, aren't you?

Pretty close.

Well, for what it's worth, my advice would be don't get any closer.

She's a very disturbed woman, Eddie.

Look, she was just fine before that business with the kittens.

How did they have to come in like that and just take them?

The kittens were sick, Eddie. They died three days later.

Would she have taken it that much better if she'd found them dead in her locker

one morning?

This is a file, Eddie.

It tells a very sad story of ten years of admissions, sections, self

-harm.

No one denies that she has lucid periods during which she can be quite charming.

That's what we all work for.

They're temporary.

I just thought I ought to let you know what you're letting yourself in for.

What are you doing here?

What does it look like I'm doing?

Look, the work Fergus did in here is just fine.

It doesn't need checked by you or by anybody else. Look, I don't know what

you're talking about, pal.

This is my radio station!

This is a room in a hospital.

And I'm trying to do what I work here. So bugger off!

Hey, you bastards!

Bastards! Who's he?

I'm not having this.

I'm not having this!

I've got to talk to you.

Eddie, I'm in the meeting.

There's an electrician working in the station just now. That's the second one

you've sent, and I'm not having it.

Fergus had a master's degree in electronics.

Has your guy got a master's degree in electronics?

He had a master's degree in electronics, and now he's dead.

I'm sorry. Would you excuse us?

Of course.

Now, first of all, Eddie, the workman you have in today is not an electrician.

He is a carpenter, and neither of them have been into check-up in Fergus.

Then what are they doing in there? They shouldn't have the keys.

Eddie, we need another treatment room in Ward 11. This has been clear for some

time.

And several locations on the ward have been considered.

Including the radio station? Yes.

And it was decided at yesterday's board meeting that this would be the most

appropriate site. I was going to tell you this afternoon.

And we're finished?

No.

I think most of those present felt that a new site should be found for the

station.

As soon as funding allows.

I feel dead reassured now.

Eddie, in case you hadn't noticed, there is a cash crisis in the health service.

And when they cut back, you think they cut back on heart transplants and body

scanners? They cut back on mental health because no-one really gives a damn.

Now, Dr Winter...

He's still very much committed to the station, and I will help you all I can.

But it is very difficult to feel sorry for someone who so patently has brought

all this upon himself.

How long have we got?

About a week.

You beautiful doll, you great big beautiful doll.

So, what do you think?

I'm speechless.

I have had a complete makeover.

Sylvie in the flat next to mine used to be a beautician.

I'm living in a posh neighbourhood now, so I thought I should make the effort.

Well, you're not worried about chemicals in there?

Sylvie is an obsessive-compulsive as well.

If it's all right with her, then it's all right with me. She is a genius, so

she is.

What have you got in the thralling? My shopping. I'm just going to the wee shop

down the road. I'll take her home with me tonight.

Have they not got shops in your new neighbourhood?

Oh, aye.

Then would it not make sense to do your shopping in the local shops?

Aye.

But they won't serve me.

What?

They won't serve anybody from Hillcrest.

Not the paper shop.

Not the late night shop. Even the local GP's a bit frosty on account of him

being chairman of the residence committee for getting our planning

permission reviewed.

You can't stand for that, Rosalie. You've got to tell them. You're not

going to take any more of this crapola.

Aye.

That's what I told the man in the paper shop.

But he told me to bugger off.

He swore at me, Campbell, which I think was uncalled for.

You're going to ask him to move you, then? Move me?

You're joking.

I've got a bath and toilet in the same wee room and a washing machine on the

premises and a microwave. Do you know what a microwave is, Campbell? You put

your dinner in.

And then microwaves. Make the wee molecules jiggle up and down.

It's a bit like ECT.

Eddie! What do you think?

Jim said I looked like a film star.

Not one that had been in the Betty Ford clinic once too often, but a film star!

You look very nice.

What's up with him?

They're closing us down.

How?

We're turning this place into a treatment room. That's how the workmen

were in here earlier. We've got a week to pack up and be out of here.

You mean I'll not be station manager anymore?

No. What are you talking about?

We're not going to lie down and play dead over this, are we?

We've built something here, Eddie. When I go round the wards collecting

requests, I'm a celebrity.

And you know how?

Because we give folks a voice and now the hospital is telling us to shut up.

Well, what can we do?

We can declare UDI.

We can turn ourselves into an independent charity like most hospital

radio stations in the country.

Demand our site and then run the station the way we want to. The only thing

stopping us is lack of dosh. It's also the only thing stopping me paying my

milk bill. So we stage our fundraiser like we did before.

I've got it. A radiothon.

You mean like a telethon without any pictures? Aye. We'll broadcast from 10

in the morning till 10 at night every day till we raise the dosh. We'll

contact mental health charities. We'll enlist celebrity DJs. We'll ensure we

get coverage in every newspaper in Glasgow.

Campbell, if my name appears in the papers again, I'm out of a job.

Who cares? You're going to go to lunch with Paula on Monday. You'll have

another job.

We don't know that, Campbell. She said she was going to have good news.

Have some faith, Eddie.

This is our moment.

And how do we need to save the station?

The station isn't just you and me, Eddie.

I can't come with me, Campbell.

You with me, Rosalie?

Aye, I'm with you.

Then we'll do it ourselves, Eddie.

And I'll talk to Francine as well.

Granny, there's 300 quid in there already.

You'll be crippled before you reach Poland.

Oh, this is your fault.

How do you not get the bigger notes?

Here, put some more in your bra.

Too suspicious.

Woman of my age with breasts that sit up like hungry dogs.

Put in stockings.

Grandma, you... You can't do this. You can't just get on a bus to Lithuania

carrying 3,000 pounds of hard currency. It's too dangerous.

In 1946, I travel in cattle truck from this place, a person's camp, with

nothing but stones in my pocket.

What could be more dangerous?

Grandma, this is crazy.

You stop that, or I put you in soup and eat you.

I tell you what is crazy, Eddie.

It's crazy for grown men to keep useless animals.

In Lithuania, animals are to work or to eat.

Come along.

We go to bus station.

What's wrong?

I don't know.

Just didn't think you'd really go.

I tell you.

Many times.

What is it to leave bags here?

I say goodbye now.

Grandma. What is it?

I may never see you again.

You see me for 38 years is not enough.

So, you want work radio?

Ah. Then work radio, but you must find a wife or you will be lonely.

Ask crazy one to be wife.

I thought you didn't approve.

To have you, lassie needs to be crazy.

and get rid of cats.

If God meant us to live with animals, he'd give us four feet.

Sudhir.

Sudhir.

I think I'm gonna be sad I think it's the day The

girl that's driving me mad Is going away

She's got a ticket to ride

She's got a ticket to ride She's got a

ticket to ride The time is 2.45 on day three, hour number 29 of the St Jude's

Hospital Radiothon. In 15 minutes, we're going to have another two hours of

patient's party pieces, including Hector, who'll be doing a selection of

his best juggling tricks.

Well, that should certainly be worth listening to. I'll be back again at

five, so keep sending me your requests and dedications, but most of all, send

us your dosh and rescue our radio.

So you should be. What happened to you?

Jim came round and we had a disagreement but it's all sorted out now. Jim hit

you? No.

Some wee boys came over the fence and one of them started making faces at me

through the window so I went out and we disagreed about whether he was on my

property and then about whether I was a loony who should be locked up and then

he threw the stone and we disagreed about whether I was going to let Jim

throttle him or not. The kid threw a stone at you? Aye.

But I'm from Donegal. When a stone hits your head it's the stone that's in

trouble.

Hello?

I wanted to volunteer to do a party piece.

Aye, what do you want to do?

I want to play my ukulele.

That's a fiddle.

It is.

But you're welcome to play it tomorrow at quarter past six. Is that okay?

Aye, quarter past six.

Don't forget your fiddle. My what?

Your ukulele.

How's it been going anyway?

Desperate. It's been like that all day.

Loads of volunteers to sing the Postman Pat theme in 11 different languages.

But where's our celebrity DJs? Where's our star interviews?

Where's the bloody press?

But the contributions have been pouring in. They've been slipping them under the

door and a whole load have just arrived in with the Post.

How much have we got so far?

£97.27.

I may have to do something drastic soon.

A real restaurant, eh?

No styrofoam boxes.

No clown in sight.

I'm glad you like it.

You can get cutlery.

I haven't seen a fish knife since my second cousin married above her station.

They had a sit-down wedding dinner for over 100 guests, which included me, age

nine, dressed in the suit I made my Holy Communion in, which was by then about

two inches too short on the sleeve and the trousers.

They served fish with a fish knife.

I'd never seen a fish knife before. Never even seen a fish that didn't come

out of a newspaper before.

I was incredibly nervous.

Are you nervous now?

No.

Aye, wee bit.

But Campbell says I'll be OK.

If his lunch is good news, coffee is bad.

You're not thinking of ordering coffee, are you?

Eddie, we've all had a good listen to the show that you and Campbell did the

other day.

I was shy, I know, but we were nervous. We could do a lot better.

It was fine, Eddie.

But as I said, we'd have to wait for a slot, and now... A slot, yeah, I

understand. No, there is a slot coming up as it happens.

David Thompson is leaving to take a job in London.

And in considering a replacement, we thought you and Campbell were the

obvious contenders.

Oh, Jesus.

Jesus, you said it. Say it again.

You and Campbell were the obvious contenders.

I have been waiting all my life for this moment.

No matter what happens to me now, my life has taken me to this moment.

Eddie, I haven't finished what I was going to say. That is a but.

You are going to order coffee.

Eddie, I made a very strong case against this view, but looking at the whole of

the week's programming, it was felt that it would be better if the gold show

remained a solo slot.

Oh, no, no. You're not going to do this.

You just want to get rid of Campbell because he's manic depressive. That's

not it, Eddie. You just don't want to go loony on your staff.

No,

no, no. If you want me, you're going to have to take Campbell as well.

It's Campbell we want, Eddie.

Eddie? You look terrible.

Aye, I had a few bebbies last night.

Do you mind if I make some coffee?

Aye, it's through there.

There's no milk, though.

The radio thought it was dying in its feet.

Surprise, surprise.

Builders are supposed to be coming in at two o'clock tomorrow.

And if we don't go in there by then, they're going to throw us out.

So we've decided to occupy the station.

Campbell, have you finally really lost your mind?

Who's going to occupy it? Me and Rosalie.

And you, I hope.

May chance.

Eddie, I've thought it all out. It's the only way to save the station.

I've told all the newspapers they're all going to be there. We are going to turn

this into a front page incident.

Campbell, I've told you, I don't want to make a front page.

What I want to do is keep my job.

Eddie, you built that station from nothing. How can you let that slip away

without a fight?

Because I've got bills to pay.

Electricity bill, gas bill, phone bill, which my dear grandmother managed to run

into three figures before going off to Lithuania with every spare penny I had

to get her. And because, although I have lost more jobs in my life than you have

had manic episodes, Campbell, I could make a lot of money now. I could get

respect for the first time in my life.

Do you think I'm going to give that all up for the dubious honour of going down

with my ship?

Hey, did you not see that job's killing you?

No, Campbell!

My dreams!

My dreams are killing me.

So, what did Paula say then?

She said there's a slot coming up and they want you to take it.

You mean they want us to take it?

No.

They see it as a solo slot.

They're not going to take it. Campbell, take it. Well, keep at it. They contact

some other stations, do another demo. Campbell, do you want to end up like me?

Take the job.

For yourself.

For Fergus, eh?

I promised Paul I'd make you take it.

I don't want to break my word.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to go to work.

This is Campbell Bain, and it's D-Day for the St Jude's Hospital Radiothon.

That's D for Desperation Day, because we are still £2,856.53 short of our

target. So this is it, Louise.

If you've got a rich uncle, then today's the day to remind him of that filing

clerk he once took to Blackpool, the name of the cheap hotel where they

stayed, and the type of barnyard animal that was involved.

We are here for you, Loony.

We're not going anywhere.

Well, I'm afraid I'm off, but I saw off you the discount today and the day only.

How's that?

Well, special promotion will be running in your area ends the night at midnight.

I think you should go down to the radio station.

The drafts from are completely out of order. Mummy boys get asthma.

You can put three bars of that fire on and it makes no difference. Most of it

just goes straight out the window.

With Twinview windows fitted, your flat will be 50% more energy efficient.

But I've got some work to do.

I'll just sit here and do it while you have a wee think.

Who's are we?

My man's a builder.

It was his idea to buy this place and fix it up, or we'd never get done.

A case of the shoemaker's kids having these shoes.

No, a case of the shoemaker shagging his secretary.

The loonies may not have taken over the asylum, but they've seized control of

the radio station.

This is Campbell Bain reporting live from the hospital radio occupation where

we have locked ourselves into the station and have refused to stop

broadcasting until our future is assured. So talk to your friends, your

relatives, your voices. Hospital radio must survive!

They disappeared last summer, took everything, including my wee boy's piggy

bank, which I thought was a bit out of order.

Money's tight, see?

The Twinview easy finance plan means you can stretch out your payments over five

years.

Aye, OK.

It has to be done.

There's no hurry. I'll come back later.

But the discount?

No, I'm sure I can get permission to offer it to you tomorrow or whenever.

But I've decided now.

Look, never paint weather beaters no good for you, hen.

It'll spoil the look of the architecture.

Well, what about the modern?

Even worse, disaster.

Look, I want to sign. I want this sorted before the weather gets any colder.

Your man's a builder.

Is there any putty about the place?

I don't know. Probably.

Your glass is just loose.

I'll fix it for you.

Stuart, what are all these patients doing in the corridor?

Get them out of here.

Why are they still broadcasting?

Can you not cut their electricity?

Look, this is NHS Topsy and I'm going to have to ask you and your friends to

leave here immediately.

Francine.

You're back.

I was going to visit you last week, but you were...

Somewhere else.

We're going to lose our station, Francine.

The buildings are sitting outside right now, ready to tear it apart.

I didn't want to be here, but here I am.

I don't know what's going to happen, Francine, except that by tomorrow I'm

not going to have a job.

I'm not going to have a station and I'm not going to have you.

I just wish I could talk to you again.

I miss you.

I've

called

the police.

Thanks.

You are trespassing on NHS property.

I'm about to impeach immediately.

You want me to cut off some poor sod dude in the middle of his ECT?

I

must

ask you to leave immediately.

If you do not leave immediately, you will be arrested and charged.

We're going to be arrested. We're going to be charged.

This is the most glorious day of my life.

I think I may have phoned her. Just do it!

Do it!

Thanks for bailing me out. No problem.

Oh, dear.

That unspeakable act has been committed on my front step. I hope that was a dog.

Rosalie, let's just go home, eh?

I want you to go home.

I can't.

No strings.

We'll just... try again.

If I go, they win.

You don't really think Robbie died because of the lettuce, do you?

No.

No.

Me neither.

Arrested, but not charged, were Rosalie Geraghty, a former patient at St Jude's,

and Edward McKenna.

A sales representative for Twinview Windows who said that fundraising to

launch a new station would continue.

McAteer brought this to me this morning.

Well, what do you have to say for yourself?

No such thing as bad publicity, son. Of course there's such a thing as bad

publicity. I told you to give up that station and you said you gave it up.

You lied to me, McKenna.

I'm a salesman.

You're no salesman.

I knew from the moment you walked in here you'd never make the grade.

You're sacked, McKenna, do you hear me?

Aye.

Now get out of here.

When do you want me to come and collect the commission I'm still owed?

What commission?

District Council tender.

McKenna! If memory serves, I made the contact, I got the plans, and I

negotiated the tender. What exactly did you contribute to that deal?

It was my pay measure.

As you reap, so shall you sow, Eddie.

Do you know who said that? No. Then guess.

I don't have to guess.

I don't work for you anymore.

I'm really sorry, Eddie.

Thank you.

Don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more. Hit the road, Jack.

Don't you come back no more.

What'd you say?

Hit the road, Jack.

Don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more. Hit the road, Jack.

Don't you come back no more.

Oh, woman, oh, woman, don't treat me so mean. You're the meanest old woman that

I ever seen. I guess if you say so.

This is Campbell Bain's Gold Show, so don't touch that dial, just let it be.

I don't think McTavish is ever coming back.

No.

I hope she's alright.

She's probably in somebody's kitchen just now, wolfing down half a tin of

whiskers.

There used to be this ginger cat who hung about the school when I was wee.

I called him Pogo on account of him being able to jump straight up in the

air if he held a bit of string above his head.

One day when I was walking home, Pogo was crossing the street and a car hit

him.

The car kept going and Pogo kept running.

I ran after him until he fell down in the grass.

He was still breathing.

I ran home and told Ma I had to help him.

She said, whoever he belongs to will help him.

I said, but what if he doesn't belong to anybody?

And she said, then he'll just have to help himself.

I went back and sat with poor girl till he died.

Ma came out looking for me and found me grating my wee heart out over this dead

cat.

She said, what are you greeting for?

I said, cos Pogo's gone to heaven.

And she said, don't be daft.

Animals don't have souls.

We're ripping up our station, Eddie.

They're putting up cupboards and walls where the windows used to be.

Then we'll build another one.

How?

I don't know.

We'll have to ask Campbell.

And you'll be a DJ.

And Rosalie will get a house.

And I'll dance on the stage at Covent Garden.

I'm an alcoholic, Francis.

We can get a bed.

All it's going to take is time.

let it be let it be