1:41:05
And he'd promise things, you know?
1:41:10
Promise to take us places,
you know? Never did.
1:41:13
Never took us anywhere.
1:41:16
And when he did
bother to come home...
1:41:19
...he'd sit in that fucking chair,
doss off with his tray on his lap.
1:41:24
And I'd just stand there looking at him.
1:41:29
I'd look in his face...
1:41:33
...and my mother'd go upstairs,
and I'd say:
1:41:38
"Say, Mum,
ain't Daddy coming to bed?"
1:41:42
And she'd say,
"No. No, he's all right, son.
1:41:44
He'll come when he wakes up."
He's gotta wake up to go to bed.
1:41:48
Go to bed, yeah.
1:41:52
Now, I'd stand there looking at this
fucking old man, you know, my dad...
1:41:57
...you know, in that chair,
that horrible fucking chair...
1:42:01
...with the shiny, worn-out arms.
I should've burnt the fucking thing.
1:42:11
By the end he was hemorrhaging
from both ends, you know?
1:42:14
I used to hear him
hanging on to the kharzi.
1:42:17
It was lovely.
Never stopped him going to the pub.
1:42:19
No, he was well enough to do that.
1:42:22
Now, one day, right,
he's staggering across the pub...
1:42:26
...pissed from the night before. He's
gone over, right on his mooey...
1:42:30
...Iike a fucking ironing board.
His hooter's around here...
1:42:33
...railings all over the fucking place.
1:42:35
Me and my mother had to go
to the hospital.
1:42:37
We walked in. He's laying in bed.
Tubes up his arms...
1:42:41
...down the back of his Gregory.
He didn't look well.
1:42:44
Fucking vodka was keeping him alive.
1:42:46
Well, I ain't that interested,
so I'm having a little mooch about.
1:42:50
I looked above his bed,
and there's this sign, right...
1:42:54
...with some weird writing on it.
I couldn't read too well at the time.
1:42:59
I said to my mum,
"Mum, what's that say?