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Oh, we don’t go to any concerts. We don’t believe in them. Oh, they’re real. So people say. Smoke? I’d better not. I live just up there. Why don’t we believe in them? He’d say there’s no point to them. Your father, this is? Oh, yes. They’re just for fun. Apart from school concerts, which are no fun at all, so we go to those. They don’t help you get on. Which, of course, is what’s so wonderful about them. Anyway, you’ll go one day. I know. I will. If I go to university, I’m going to read what I want and listen to what I want, and I’m going to look at paintings and watch French films and I’m going to talk to people who know lots about lots. Good for you. Yes. Which university? Oxford. If I’m lucky. Did you go anywhere? I studied what I believe they call “the university of life”. I didn’t get a very good degree, though. Well, thank you for driving me home. Are you all right? Have you got it? Yes, it’s fine. Thank you. My pleasure. Sous le ciel de Paris marchent des amoureux Mmm, mmm Sous le pont de Bercy Un philosophe assis Deux musiciens, quelques badauds Puis les gens par milliers I don’t want to hear any French singing! French singing wasn’t on the syllabus last time I looked! Battenberg? Thank you. I actually like the crust. So where are you applying, Graham? I’m not sure yet. Well! When will you be sure? You can’t let the grass grow under your feet, young man. I might take a year off. What for? I don’t know, maybe do some travelling. That sort of thing. Travelling? What are you, a Teddy Boy? You know she’s going to Oxford, don’t you? If we get her Latin up to scratch. So while she’s studying English at Oxford, you’ll be the wandering Jew. Mr Mellor, I’m not a Teddy Boy. I’m an homme sérieux jeune. Uh… No. Yeah! I’m a homme jeune sérieux. A homme… They’re for me. Who are they from? Gosh. Him. What’s this? Jack, I’m afraid Jenny’s been sent some flowers from a chap. A chap? What kind of chap? He’s wishing me luck for tonight. Oh, is that all he’s wishing you? Where’d he get the money from? He earns it, I expect. Earns it? Why isn’t he at school? Um, can we just go? Otherwise the good luck flowers will actually be responsible for me actually missing the concert, which would be ironic, n’est-ce pas? I don’t… I don’t like it. Objection noted. Jenny? Noted. Yeah, well… There’s got to be bob’s worth of luck here. I mean… That’s a bit much for a schoolgirl, isn’t it? Well, we can’t leave it here! I mean, even I’d burgle a house with flowers left outside. They’ll think we’re made of money. Thank you, Marjorie. Camus doesn’t want you to like him. Feeling is bourgeois. Being engagée is bourgeois. He kills someone, and he doesn’t feel anything. His mother dies, and he doesn’t feel anything. I wouldn’t feel anything if my mother died. Does that make me an existentialist? No. That makes you a cow. Une vache. Well, after I’ve been to university, I’m going to be French, and I’m going to Paris, and I’m going to smoke and wear black and listen to Jacques Brel, and I won’t speak, ever. C’est plus chic comme ça. Oh, crikey! What? Wait here. Hello! Hello. Hello. Um, thank you. How did it go? Uh, fine, I think. I didn’t mess my bit up. Nobody got thrown out of the orchestra afterwards. Always the mark of a cultural triumph. Listen, I’m glad I ran into you. What are you doing on Friday? Going to school. I meant in the evening. Of course. Nothing. Because I’m going to listen to some Ravel in St John’s Smith Square. My friends Danny and Helen would be coming, too, so it wouldn’t be… I’ll tell you what, I’ll come and pick you up, and if your mother and father disapprove, then you can have the tickets and go with one of them. How does that sound? Thank you. And I’d like to go with you. 😕 What are they saying? And, um, probably go for a spot of supper afterwards. Supper? Mmm. If you want to. Well the thing is, we’ll probably have eaten. Well, if you’d like supper, then perhaps on Friday you could not eat? Yes. Of course. A spot of supper? You’ve heard of supper. We’ve heard of it, but we’ve never eaten it. So you’re going to have to tell us everything. Otherwise it’s not fair.



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