There’s a tear in my beer

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Your character was awful.

You played him so well that I decided I didn’t like you.

My parents must have loved you.  I was a teen of the 80s.

You kept me from moaning about the early Friday night curfews.

We’d watch you on our ownsomes and mimic you on Mondays.

And you were other people too.  They were pretty awful as well.

Still too much of a Young One to go.

The last word is yours.


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Rick: Thatcher’s Britain. Thatcher’s bloody Britain! Look at me. I’m young, I’m pretty. I’ve got 5 O Levels. Bloomin’ good grades as well, considering I didn’t do a sod of work cause I’m so hard. And look at me now! Homeless, cold, and prostitute. 

Mike: Destitute, Rick.

Rick: Oh, glory be and save us, Mike, do we have to mince our words?




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