Утро.Начнем с классики.
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"Bernard: (to a group of skinheads) Which one of you bitches wants to dance? Hey you know when you're doing your usual threesome thing you do of a weekend, and the moonlight's bouncing of your heads and your arses and everything, does that not get a bit confusing? Right, this is you, ok? (dances madly like a fairy while singing "tra la la" then stops) Millwall! That's the one. Do you know this chant? "Millwall, Millwall, you're all really dreadful, and your girlfriends are unfulfilled and alienated"... " (с) Black BooksВечерчитать дальше
"Bradford? Well you know it's the kind of place you go to commit suicide and find they have run out of razor blades, Telford? Oh god Telford, Telford makes Bradford look like paradise, you go to these places purely to experience the overwhelming joy of leaving them." (с)Утрочитать дальше
"Money can't buy you love, but it can get you some really good chocolate ginger biscuits." (с)Вечерчитать дальше
"I am a man... well either that or a woman who’s really let herself go. And its not easy being a man you know. I had to get dressed today… and there are other pressures." (с)
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ON SCHOOL: "I was too thick. Rubbish at exams. Fat tears of boredom rolling sploshing down on the desk in front of me. I couldn't stand the place. Hated all of the subjects. Eight years of Gaelic. I don't remember a word. Terrible, terrible books about 300-year-old women living on farms, who only have one potato and have to milk it every morning. Oh! And I did a bit of drama. You know - pretending to be a jacket. That sort of thing." (с)ВечерЦитата в предвкушении завтрашнего утра...
ON HANGOVERS: "All my organs seem to scream in a unanimous howl. My body is revolting on me. It is mutiny. The hangovers have become far more devious. In the old days you at least knew you had one, because it used to wake you up and you'd feel like death all day. But then you get a bit older. You wake up and you think you feel OK for about ten minutes. And then you go into the kitchen, and the hand of pain slips into your bowels and grips you with its icy fingers and then it's much, much worse. It's unimaginable. Suddenly it sidles up to you and puts its arm round you and gives you this frozen kiss. You are there - fucked. All day. Several days." (с)