In My Skin

This programme contains very strong language and some scenes which some viewers may find upsetting.

A seagull flew in and landed, gold shimmer on her wings.

Bird in me roaming freely.

This is love.

Then seagull flies away,

gone for every day.

This is love.

So, is she in love with a seagull?

Well, it's a metaphor, obviously.

Right.

Have you been in love before?

I don't know.

Just be honest.

Give us something real, bit of grit.

What... what part...? Right, I've got a bowl of soup in there forming a skin.

See you in a bit.

What did she say, then?

Come on, tell me.

She loved it.

Did she actually? Yeah.

Well, a little bending of the truth never hurt anyone, did it?

What?

Don't pull me like that, you dick. Well, get up, then!

Wasn't ready.

Right. This is what you've got to do. Don't hit her.

OK, so you've got your bare feet on the grass

and then you've got to just let the negative charges run down into the earth.

Trav? Yeah.

I'm not signing your petition. Why?

Because it's made up shit! It's not! Scientists have done studies.

We're making ourselves sick with these rubber soles, separating us from the earth!

I signed it, but you owe me because Mrs Blocker caught me with my phone out.

"Is that phone more interesting than me?" You know the face she does.

"Is that phone more interesting than me?" This is so good.

"Cos if it is, by all means, get out." One!

Have you seen it when she wears the drawstring bag? My God, yes.

It looks like, like, a fly on an elephant's back.

You're such a dick. Ew! It went out your nostrils and all.

You're a dick.

My God.

What's Poppy doing with Lorraine Chapman?

I'll tell you this for nothing, Poppy is a CUNT!

Shut up.

Right, Lorraine was in the newspaper, and now Poppy wants to be her friend.

Yeah. So, she's transparent.

Lorraine Chapman had sex with a frozen sausage.

I thought she was taking chemistry A-level two years early.

So? She's still fuck a sausage. You haven't heard the best bit.

Apparently, it snapped inside her. I know. Spare me.

How fucking long was the sausage?

Right, fuck this, this is boring now.

Right, bitches, take it. Not again.

What's in this? Lyds, why do you have to take it that one step further?

Alprazolam is a form of benzodiazepine. What do you want, a fucking ingredients list?

Come on. OK.

See you on the other side.

Right then, boys. Yeah!

Hallelujah

# 13 days since you left me wondering what it all meant

# Was I just something for the moment?

# 21 questions weighing on my brain

# I wanna dance till I'm drunk on the feeling

# Dance like it's my... #

No. My God.

# ..my first time

# I wanna dance till I speed up the healing

# Get up, shake it till I find

# Somebody like you. #

I just like it when it's just the three of us.

Yeah.

In the summer, my parents have got a house in Italy, we should go.

Imagine. That would be amazing.

Yeah, I could get a tan.

There we go. There it goes.

I'm going to go. Will you get her home? OK, yeah. Please! Ta-ra.

Bye, love you. Bye, Lydia.

Lydia!

Drugs are for mugs.

Some crusty old dick said that.

But I'm inclined to agree.

STAIR CREAKS

Fuck's sake.

CAR HORN BLARING

LOUD MUSIC OUTSIDE

Dad?

Dad! What are you doing?

It's Mum! She is out in the road.

Leave the mad bitch out there.

Mum, come in the house. Come on.

Look at the neighbours.

Mum, you're freezing. Just come in and have a cup of tea. Come on, come on.

Mum. Mum!

Come on. You've got to go and see your uncle Dai. He knows all about it.

Please, will you just put this on?

Your father's brother Dai, he knows. He knows.

# How does it feel to treat me like you do?

# When you lay your hands upon me.... #

Hey! Shut up, will you!

Sorry, love.

Come down and join us, why don't you?

You're waking people up. You want to deliver my pies or what?

I can deliver your pies.

Not a bother. Twats!

# Dum, dum, dum, dum, dum. #

Please, Mum!

Please, Mum. Please, will you just come with me?

Why do you look so scared?

I'm the strongest woman in the world.

Blue Monday by New Order

# To say what I need to say

# But I'm quite sure that you'll tell me

# Just how I should feel today... #

OK.

I've got you really tight, all right?

Come on.

You're going to be fine, yeah?

Come on, come on. Right.

We're just going to sit in this room, all right?

OK, come on. Come on over here.

You can rest your legs, look.

There you go. Pull your nightie down. There you go.

Excuse me, sorry to bother you, erm, is there a doctor on duty?

My mum's not very well. I'll get the senior nurse.

Jack!

Hiya, love.

I'm Nurse Digby. Who's this?

Mum, is it?

Yeah, it's my mum.

She's been here before. She's got bipolar.

OK. You on your own?

What's your name?

Come and dance with me, baby.

Mum, hang on a minute. What's your name, love?

Trina Gwyndaf, queen of the fucking world.

OK. Crisis team, please.

Why don't you take a seat here?

OK.

Absolutely hanging. I feel like my brain...

Fish breath, turn round, stop scribbling.

I've got something to tell you. What?

I'm in so much shit.

My mother phoned the school. Fuck.

Did she report us?

Yeah, save your own skin.

Not like that. You know what I mean.

No, just me.

How does she even know?

She's been counting them, apparently. It's like, get a life, bitch.

You're telling me, I got up this morning to this.

Really some shit. Here, let me see, let me see.

I want to see you when I get back from work, Mum.

God. What's she going to do? Jesus, I knew something like this would happen.

Babe, don't worry, it'll be fine, OK?

Right, a bit of hush, please?

First things first, gentle reminder,

you need to have your poems in by 12 tomorrow.

I don't want to be in the anthology, Miss.

Well, that's good, Priest, because I highly doubt you will be.

My God... are you pregnant?

In your chair, Priest.

All right, don't shout.

It's compulsory that you all turn one in, so, no excuses.

If you tell me your dog ate it, you best bring the dog's stool sample to prove it.

Yeah, but Miss, if one of us wins, do we actually get paid?

Or is this just slave labour?

The poem gets printed in the anthology... Ooh!

..that's your payment. OK. Fame, and the respect of your peers.

Yeah, I'd rather the money, thanks.

Enough lip, Gwyndaf.

Jane Eyre, page 45.

BELL RINGS

Loser. Fuck off.

Yeah?

Why you dangling like the drip who never dropped?

Can I show you this?

I wrote something else after we spoke.

Thought you said it was slave labour?

Well, I'm a wit, ain't I?

No jobs, no prospects.

In this green land of ours,

Mind your manners or your mam will mind your knackers.

Black soot smeared face, back broken with labour.

But still he can't afford a pint, leccy off... No light.

Did you read it all? No.

Is it OK?

It's not about OK, Bethan.

What? I know I said grit, but I meant your grit.

Speak from your heart.

It's all I want.

That's art.

OK. DOOR CLOSES

Hurry up, what are you doing? Writing your diary? No.

I haven't done the biology homework.

I'm not waiting for you.

Fine, I'll be in now.

You run, I run, we all run.

Blind, deaf, dumb, the big dick...

The big dick of society blowing its...

PHONE RINGS

Hiya, Nan. Where's my girl?