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?
1:43:02
You know, that sign
above Daddy's head." All right?
1:43:06
She said, "Nil by mouth."
1:43:11
"What's that, a football score?"
1:43:13
One-nil, three-nil, two-nil,
a geezer called fucking Nil. Yeah.
1:43:19
I said, "Well, what's it mean?"
1:43:21
She said, "lt means...."
1:43:25
-lt means nothing to eat.
-Yeah, nothing down the....
1:43:29
-Nothing down the-- Yeah.
-Yeah. All right.
1:43:33
I remembered that day...
1:43:37
...because I could've put that
on his fucking tombstone, you know?
1:43:42
Because I don't remember one kiss,
you know, one cuddle. Nothing.
1:43:48
I mean, plenty went down,
not a lot come out.
1:43:51
You know, nothing that
was any fucking good.
1:43:58
And I'd look at this man
that I call Dad, you know?