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... Me Dad getting ab-so-lutely banjaxed down town, coming home, falling in the door sometime after 2am, telling us all over and over and over a fecking' gain that 'I Love You, Kids, I feckin' Love Yis', then staggering in to me Ma, who would tell him, again that he was a "disgrace". He'd then collapse asleep. Cue time for me and my brothers to get up and run riot downstairs. The old man would cook dinner the next day while telling us all to f*** Off. Happy days.

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