Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Can I speak with Annik Honore, please?

Stink to high heaven of piss.

until the right drug or combination of drugs is found.

- All right. - Go on, fuck off.

Something about Derby?

What are you doing in here?

Are they working?

Trust me, I know all about swearing and TV.

From having a fit?

Go on, tell him.

- Apart from watching telly? - Hmm, having breakfast, lunch and tea.

- Am I now? - Yeah.

But they couldn't sniff the sweat round your bollocks.

- What's up? - Bloody dying with the flu.

I've got all my clothes laid out on my bed and everything.

Does she want to speak to you?

I exist on the best terms I can.

You fuckin' stay at fuckin' home The fuckin' neighbours fuckin' moan

Do you trust him when he's away?

- Is everything all right? - I don't know, Annik.

You played a fuckin' blinder.

You were married so young.

Here, in TV Iand, "arse" is most definitely a swear word.

- As you'll soon know about these lot... - That's us!

so just have a little think about it, yeah?

He didn't even say if he liked it or anything.

So it was my life began...

From the youth club.

The fuckin' beer is fuckin' flat The fuckin' flats have fuckin' rats

Stay as long as you like, Ian.

Best gig I've ever been to.

Well, what happened to that tenner I gave you?

Bit of a drama queen, isn't he?

He waved it in front of camera like that.

Well, what does it matter?

OK, then, Mr Mathers, she'll see you then.

So it be when I shall grow old

You can't be in my gang if you don't smoke.

- I'm really excited for this. - Yeah. Same here.

which means I know anyone of any music biz use anywhere in this city.

Mine is purple.

Nice, Hooky, nice.

It's Ian Curtis from the Employment Exchange.

Sounds like fun.

I'm gonna crash the bloody car.