You bring home cut-price detergents, tonic water, Betamax tapes, and none of it works. I’m drowning in your rubbish. What did he tell you? Did he say he’s this big businessman, ‘cos he’s not. He’s a failure. Born failure, that one. Rose needs a proper father, not one who’s flannelling about like some big kid.
Jackie, I’m making a living, it keeps us fed, don’t it?