Blue

No dad, don't you worry.

Honestly, I've got it. No you sit down.

Cheeky, git.

Take us in, it’s gonna start getting dark.

There you go old man.

Oi, dinner.

My dad, by Charlie Winter.

How old was I when I wrote this?

Eight..

What you doing?

My dad by Charlie Winter.

My dad is a fisherman.

He goes out to sea and then comes back again.

His boat is big, old and red.

But on my birthday we’re painting it any colour I want, that's what he said.

When he takes me out, we have so much fun, but

he only takes me out when it's not stormy and there is sun, when he is fishing,

he sings but doesn't know, it's a slow

and sad song, full of woe.

So that's my dad, and his name is John,

he gets up early and not home till the sun is gone.

But when I'm older, that's what I want to be,

with him together, out on the sea.

That is terrible.

Yeah, well, I love it.

So make sure you put it back up.

We never did paint the boat.

No, that must have been my ninth,

That must have been what, for my ninth,

tenth birthday?

I said for your 10th birthday.

We could paint the boat whatever colour you wanted.

We, we even went and got the paints and everything remember?

Yeah, I think I do.

We went to Breens garden center, made a day of it.

We did, well remembered.

Also, when he is fishing, he sings but doesn't know.

It's a slow and sad song full of woe.

What sort of eight year old knows what the word woe means?

That was your mum.

She hated that song.

Especially when I sang it.

Did she?

Speaking of your mum.

When are you going to go see her?

I’ll go see her soon, I’ll told you.

Just with work and everything.

No don’t you be using work as an excuse cus

it’s me that’ll get it in the neck for that.

Shouldn’t work me so hard then.

When's the last time you saw her?

It’s not me she wants to see is it.

We didn't catch much this week.

No.

Or last week.

Or last week.

Why aren’t you looking at me? c.

Are we alright?

I mean, money wise.

Look, what’s brought this on?

I see how much money's coming in working at the market.

I know what a good week is, I know what a bad week is.

We've had some bad weeks.

Yes it's been slow, but we're used to that this time of year.

I was going to say, I don't mind taking a pay cut.

Charlie, we’re fine.

All I'm saying is I'm eighteen now.

You can tell me this stuff.

You're eighteen are you?

You a big boy now?

You’re not eighteen for two days.

Till then you’re still my little, baby boy.

Fuck sake, dad.

Oi, fucking swear at me.

Remember market’s miles away tomorrow.

So up early.

Sorry for swearing.

Yeah,

yeah.

I forget how easily offended old men get.

Get to.

Night old man.

No, twist round.

Just grab that end.

Like I haven’t done this before, huh?

Yeah but you always do it wrong don’t you.

Ease over.

What’s happened here?

Was that you?

It was like that this morning.

It was already like that, I didn’t do that.

That's fine.

Dad you need a new box.

It’s falling apart.

It does the job.

No it doesn't, look.

It’s older than me dad.

That is older than me

that's falling apart.

Look they're all in there.

Won’t be long.

Nige.

How many?

Eight crab, twelve lobster.

When I said I could take a handful of what you didn't sell,

I meant, five, ten.

Not twenty, thirty.

Every week mate.

Took your time.

He was playing hard ball.

Dad.

Can I drive us home.

Really?

Not a fucking chance.

Yeah hilarious.

Oh dear.

Fuck, Mary, it's me.

Mary it’s me.

How are you?

Good.

Look I’m sorry for calling.

I’ve been.

I wasn’t sure if you...

So, it’s Charlies birthday tomorrow and I was thinking that

after I finished the boat, going to the pub and buying him his first pint.

I was wondering

if you maybe want to be there.

Obviously it'd be great to see you.

But I totally understand if you you didn't.

Yeah well I’ll leave it with you.

You can let me know.

All right?

Okay. All right. I'll.

I'll speak to you later. Bye.

Jez money's on the counter.

Dad you done?

Yeah cheers.

Leave em, I’ll do em.

You alright?

Yeah.

You just offered to do the dishes.

Something's wrong.

It's your birthday tomorrow.

Thought I'd be nice.

Yeah, what d’you get me?

Doing the dishes aren’t I..

You dickhead.

Oi, what about told you about swearing at me.

To not fucking do it.

Exactly.

Night.

Night.

You coming to work today or...

Hysterical.

Hey.

I was in the shed last night, tidying up a few things

and I found this.

This is the knife when you were six

and you carved into the side

of the stern of my boat just down there.

Daddys boat.

I remember, it’s still there.

After I caught you, I took it away from you

for about six months.

You didn't shut up about this knife.

It even got you in trouble at school.

One Christmas.

You wrote a letter to santa asking him for a knife.

That was an interesting phonecall with your teacher.

Well after that your mum suggested well

told me

to put this in the shed so you can find it

and I did, I just forgot about it.

And I saw it there last night

and I thought.

Happy birthday.

You got my eighteenth birthday present

from the shed.

I love it, thanks.

Right.

What say we eat.

And we call it a day.

Sounds good.

You know what else sounds good.

Pub.

There’s Ron.

Go and grab a seat, I’ll get us some drinks.

Hello, stranger.

I almost forgot what you look like.

And, handsome as ever.

You look like you need a drink.

Yeah I do, make it two though.

Two, double parking not like you.

Charlie's eighteenth today.

Marge, add one more to those please.

I wasn't sure you'd make it.

Not seen you in a while.

Today was always going to happen.

I wasn't sure if you were gonna be here.

Well one, I practically live here.