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This programme contains some scenes which some viewers may find upsetting. | 0:00:02 | 0:00:09 | |
You know, I always used to call her my dark fairy, | 0:00:38 | 0:00:41 | |
because that's what she symbolised to me. | 0:00:41 | 0:00:45 | |
It were always my thing, | 0:00:45 | 0:00:48 | |
that that would be our symbol, would be the black rose. | 0:00:48 | 0:00:51 | |
That's what I saw her as. | 0:00:52 | 0:00:54 | |
I don't think people realise just what effect it has on you, | 0:00:55 | 0:01:00 | |
how it changes your whole life, actually. | 0:01:00 | 0:01:04 | |
You know, I look at things now and it's "before" and "after." | 0:01:04 | 0:01:08 | |
It was a horrible thing. | 0:01:09 | 0:01:12 | |
Not only do they take your daughter, | 0:01:12 | 0:01:15 | |
they take your life with them as well. | 0:01:15 | 0:01:18 | |
I was slow to get born | 0:01:21 | 0:01:23 | |
November's child | 0:01:25 | 0:01:26 | |
Wanted nothing more than to laze | 0:01:28 | 0:01:31 | |
In the sling of my mother's womb | 0:01:31 | 0:01:33 | |
To loaf and lounge | 0:01:34 | 0:01:37 | |
Where it was slow | 0:01:37 | 0:01:38 | |
Where it was warm. | 0:01:38 | 0:01:40 | |
So I sat tight | 0:01:42 | 0:01:44 | |
In a curled ball | 0:01:44 | 0:01:46 | |
Cocooned in love | 0:01:46 | 0:01:49 | |
Gloved | 0:01:49 | 0:01:51 | |
Adored | 0:01:51 | 0:01:52 | |
Hazy colours and watery sounds | 0:01:52 | 0:01:55 | |
Came drifting through | 0:01:55 | 0:01:57 | |
At odds from the start | 0:01:58 | 0:02:01 | |
I was sideways on | 0:02:01 | 0:02:03 | |
Unengaged | 0:02:03 | 0:02:05 | |
Lying in wait | 0:02:05 | 0:02:06 | |
Till my mother's birthday came about | 0:02:06 | 0:02:08 | |
Then I roused and turned | 0:02:08 | 0:02:10 | |
And shouldered out | 0:02:10 | 0:02:12 | |
Into the day | 0:02:13 | 0:02:15 | |
Out of the dark. | 0:02:15 | 0:02:17 | |
She was a good baby, really. | 0:02:18 | 0:02:20 | |
Although very mischievous. | 0:02:20 | 0:02:22 | |
She would, you know, climb out of her cot, | 0:02:22 | 0:02:25 | |
she'd open the reins on her pram, climb out of her pram, | 0:02:25 | 0:02:29 | |
but even at that age, she had quite a strong personality. | 0:02:29 | 0:02:33 | |
I remember once watching her with Adam, her brother, | 0:02:33 | 0:02:38 | |
who is 18 months older than her, and his friend, | 0:02:38 | 0:02:41 | |
and they were trying to get a wooden telephone off her. | 0:02:41 | 0:02:45 | |
They were a lot bigger than her, obviously, | 0:02:45 | 0:02:48 | |
but she didn't give it to them, you know? | 0:02:48 | 0:02:50 | |
She were proper tugging at it | 0:02:50 | 0:02:53 | |
and, um, yeah, she were a good baby, really. | 0:02:53 | 0:02:56 | |
November's child | 0:02:59 | 0:03:01 | |
Is watchful | 0:03:01 | 0:03:03 | |
Calm | 0:03:03 | 0:03:05 | |
The twilight month | 0:03:05 | 0:03:07 | |
Month of the short afternoons | 0:03:08 | 0:03:10 | |
The low sun | 0:03:10 | 0:03:12 | |
And the vampire moon | 0:03:12 | 0:03:14 | |
Were those Gothic days | 0:03:14 | 0:03:16 | |
Where I got it all from? | 0:03:16 | 0:03:17 | |
I kept mum | 0:03:17 | 0:03:19 | |
I bit my tongue | 0:03:19 | 0:03:20 | |
Why use ten words instead of one | 0:03:20 | 0:03:22 | |
When you can use none? | 0:03:22 | 0:03:24 | |
Why speak at all | 0:03:24 | 0:03:25 | |
When everyone else is babbling | 0:03:25 | 0:03:27 | |
Gabbling, rabbiting on? | 0:03:27 | 0:03:30 | |
Sophie did sit back and watch the world | 0:03:30 | 0:03:33 | |
and she continued with that, | 0:03:33 | 0:03:35 | |
you know, all through...all through her life, really, | 0:03:35 | 0:03:39 | |
and you would watch her | 0:03:39 | 0:03:41 | |
and she'd be watching people in a group and then... | 0:03:41 | 0:03:45 | |
I used to think she was watching to see | 0:03:47 | 0:03:50 | |
if she could be comfortable with people. | 0:03:50 | 0:03:53 | |
That's how I always interpreted it. | 0:03:53 | 0:03:56 | |
Whether it's about being comfortable, | 0:03:56 | 0:03:58 | |
whether it's about being frightened of new experiences, | 0:03:58 | 0:04:02 | |
um, I'm not sure. | 0:04:02 | 0:04:04 | |
To be sometimes remote | 0:04:06 | 0:04:08 | |
To be sometimes withdrawn | 0:04:08 | 0:04:11 | |
Was it such a crime | 0:04:11 | 0:04:13 | |
To be growing up at my own pace | 0:04:13 | 0:04:15 | |
In my own way | 0:04:15 | 0:04:17 | |
In my own sweet time? | 0:04:17 | 0:04:19 | |
They were saying then I had | 0:04:19 | 0:04:21 | |
What they called an enquiring mind | 0:04:21 | 0:04:23 | |
Learning quickly to empathise | 0:04:23 | 0:04:25 | |
Standing there by mother's side | 0:04:25 | 0:04:27 | |
Hearing the language of human rights | 0:04:27 | 0:04:29 | |
Hearing the rants | 0:04:29 | 0:04:31 | |
Of her leftie friends | 0:04:31 | 0:04:33 | |
Bolsheviks and Trotskyites. | 0:04:33 | 0:04:35 | |
I left school at 15 and I'd no qualifications | 0:04:35 | 0:04:38 | |
and working in, you know, local factories, really. | 0:04:38 | 0:04:41 | |
And I woke up one day and I thought, "I can't stand it any longer." | 0:04:41 | 0:04:46 | |
And after I'd done my A levels, I went to Manchester Uni, | 0:04:46 | 0:04:50 | |
so she was always surrounded, | 0:04:50 | 0:04:53 | |
at that early age, | 0:04:53 | 0:04:55 | |
by feminist, leftie, shall we say, people. | 0:04:55 | 0:04:59 | |
I applied for a volunteer post for the Youth Service, | 0:05:00 | 0:05:03 | |
so I used to work in a local youth club | 0:05:03 | 0:05:06 | |
and Sophie would come with me very often. | 0:05:06 | 0:05:09 | |
So, she was always brought up with an understanding, I think, | 0:05:09 | 0:05:14 | |
of the issues surrounding difference | 0:05:14 | 0:05:17 | |
and the different types of people and experiences. | 0:05:17 | 0:05:22 | |
So I ditched the comfort | 0:05:24 | 0:05:26 | |
Of pillows and sheets | 0:05:26 | 0:05:27 | |
And slept one night | 0:05:27 | 0:05:29 | |
In a cardboard box | 0:05:29 | 0:05:31 | |
In sympathy with the down-and-out | 0:05:31 | 0:05:33 | |
And bedded down in a linen drawer | 0:05:33 | 0:05:36 | |
Because sometimes you need | 0:05:36 | 0:05:38 | |
A place to hide | 0:05:38 | 0:05:40 | |
A hidey-hole | 0:05:40 | 0:05:42 | |
Somewhere to crawl. | 0:05:42 | 0:05:44 | |
Sophie, um, was a vegetarian from an early age. | 0:05:48 | 0:05:52 | |
We used to go to Bury Market every Saturday and, um, | 0:05:53 | 0:05:56 | |
I don't know whether you know Bury Market | 0:05:56 | 0:05:59 | |
but there's actually a meat market, | 0:05:59 | 0:06:01 | |
and our Sophie would make songs up | 0:06:01 | 0:06:05 | |
and sing them at the top of her voice, every week, | 0:06:05 | 0:06:08 | |
about how she hated this meat market and how it stank | 0:06:08 | 0:06:11 | |
and how it was wrong that they did this to the animals. | 0:06:11 | 0:06:15 | |
And she just didn't care. | 0:06:15 | 0:06:17 | |
And, actually, when I think about it, | 0:06:17 | 0:06:19 | |
you know she had a different diet | 0:06:19 | 0:06:21 | |
from the rest of us in our house, actually. | 0:06:21 | 0:06:23 | |
She would eat a lot of salad and... | 0:06:23 | 0:06:25 | |
Well, as you can tell from my weight, I like chips and cake. | 0:06:25 | 0:06:29 | |
Because that's one thing about our Soph, | 0:06:29 | 0:06:31 | |
my God, was she strong-willed? | 0:06:31 | 0:06:33 | |
You couldn't get her to do anything that she didn't want to do. | 0:06:33 | 0:06:37 | |
VERY strong views, VERY strong personality. | 0:06:37 | 0:06:41 | |
I didn't do sport | 0:06:44 | 0:06:46 | |
I didn't do meat | 0:06:46 | 0:06:48 | |
Don't ask me to wear that dress | 0:06:48 | 0:06:50 | |
I shan't | 0:06:50 | 0:06:51 | |
Why ask me to toe the line? | 0:06:51 | 0:06:53 | |
I can't | 0:06:53 | 0:06:54 | |
I was slight or small | 0:06:54 | 0:06:56 | |
But nobody's fool | 0:06:56 | 0:06:58 | |
No Barbie doll | 0:06:58 | 0:06:59 | |
No girlie girl | 0:06:59 | 0:07:01 | |
I was lean and sharp | 0:07:01 | 0:07:03 | |
Not an ounce of fat | 0:07:03 | 0:07:05 | |
On my thoughts or my limbs. | 0:07:05 | 0:07:07 | |
And she'd got beautiful, beautiful waist-length hair. | 0:07:09 | 0:07:12 | |
And she was always very proud of her hair. | 0:07:12 | 0:07:15 | |
And, you know, she had such... | 0:07:15 | 0:07:17 | |
She had really bad eyesight, bless, | 0:07:17 | 0:07:19 | |
so she always had really thick glasses on | 0:07:19 | 0:07:21 | |
and I think that had, um, an effect on her. | 0:07:21 | 0:07:25 | |
And I always wanted, if I've got to be honest, | 0:07:25 | 0:07:28 | |
a girlie girl, and our Sophie certainly were never that. | 0:07:28 | 0:07:32 | |
I'm just trying to... | 0:07:34 | 0:07:36 | |
to think about when Sophie started to become quite Gothy. | 0:07:36 | 0:07:39 | |
She'd probably be about 11 or 12. | 0:07:39 | 0:07:42 | |
She went to stay with her best mate, Suzanne, | 0:07:42 | 0:07:46 | |
and they stayed friends right up until, um, Sophie died. | 0:07:46 | 0:07:50 | |
And she'd been up to Suzanne's, | 0:07:51 | 0:07:53 | |
and I remember her, vividly, walking in | 0:07:53 | 0:07:56 | |
and she'd got a dog collar on. | 0:07:56 | 0:07:58 | |
One on her wrist. | 0:07:58 | 0:08:00 | |
I remember looking at her and smiling and thinking, | 0:08:00 | 0:08:05 | |
"Oh, here we go." | 0:08:05 | 0:08:07 | |
You know, I was really happy for that | 0:08:07 | 0:08:09 | |
because she needed that channel for her individuality to come out | 0:08:09 | 0:08:13 | |
and to show people who she was. | 0:08:13 | 0:08:16 | |
In my difficult teens | 0:08:21 | 0:08:23 | |
I WAS strange | 0:08:25 | 0:08:26 | |
I WAS odd | 0:08:26 | 0:08:28 | |
Aren't we all? | 0:08:28 | 0:08:30 | |
There was something different | 0:08:30 | 0:08:32 | |
Down at the core | 0:08:32 | 0:08:34 | |
Boybands, Pop-Tarts left me cold | 0:08:34 | 0:08:37 | |
Let's say that I marched | 0:08:38 | 0:08:41 | |
To the beat of a different drum | 0:08:41 | 0:08:43 | |
Sang another tune | 0:08:43 | 0:08:44 | |
Wandered at will | 0:08:44 | 0:08:46 | |
Through the market stalls | 0:08:46 | 0:08:47 | |
Humming protest songs | 0:08:47 | 0:08:49 | |
I wore studded dog leads on me wrists | 0:08:49 | 0:08:51 | |
And was pleased as punch | 0:08:51 | 0:08:53 | |
In the pit at the gig | 0:08:53 | 0:08:55 | |
To be singled out | 0:08:55 | 0:08:57 | |
By a shooting star of saliva | 0:08:57 | 0:08:59 | |
From Marilyn Manson's lips. | 0:08:59 | 0:09:02 | |
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE ECHOES | 0:09:02 | 0:09:04 | |
But for all that stuff | 0:09:06 | 0:09:08 | |
In many ways | 0:09:08 | 0:09:10 | |
An old-fashioned soul | 0:09:10 | 0:09:12 | |
Quite at home in my own front room | 0:09:12 | 0:09:14 | |
On my own settee | 0:09:14 | 0:09:16 | |
I read, I wrote | 0:09:16 | 0:09:18 | |
I painted, I drew | 0:09:18 | 0:09:20 | |
Where it came from no-one knew | 0:09:20 | 0:09:23 | |
But it flowed | 0:09:23 | 0:09:25 | |
It flew. | 0:09:25 | 0:09:28 | |
She was like an old soul. | 0:09:28 | 0:09:30 | |
And, you know, you talk to people | 0:09:30 | 0:09:32 | |
after...after she'd died, | 0:09:32 | 0:09:34 | |
and all the rest of it, | 0:09:34 | 0:09:36 | |
and people would talk to me about her kindness. | 0:09:36 | 0:09:40 | |
She was always very kind, very caring towards people. | 0:09:40 | 0:09:43 | |
But the wisdom about issues... | 0:09:44 | 0:09:46 | |
She was always into green issues, she was quite political. | 0:09:46 | 0:09:51 | |
Her vegetarianism. | 0:09:51 | 0:09:52 | |
Sophie did have a lot of empathy for other people. | 0:09:54 | 0:09:57 | |
I was always, I've got to be honest, | 0:10:00 | 0:10:02 | |
when Sophie was... | 0:10:02 | 0:10:04 | |
Well, when we were getting ready for her to go to secondary school, | 0:10:04 | 0:10:07 | |
I was always really concerned for her, | 0:10:07 | 0:10:10 | |
because of Sophie's eccentricities, shall we say? | 0:10:10 | 0:10:13 | |
And, you know, I remember writing this letter saying, | 0:10:15 | 0:10:18 | |
you know, "She walks to her own beat | 0:10:18 | 0:10:20 | |
"and we want that to be looked after | 0:10:20 | 0:10:24 | |
"and brought out of her and nurtured..." | 0:10:24 | 0:10:26 | |
That's the word - we wanted her to be nurtured. | 0:10:26 | 0:10:28 | |
She settled in. | 0:10:28 | 0:10:30 | |
She was fine, to be honest, | 0:10:30 | 0:10:32 | |
because the one thing about our Sophie, | 0:10:32 | 0:10:34 | |
which was always a bit odd, | 0:10:34 | 0:10:35 | |
she actually liked the structure of things | 0:10:35 | 0:10:38 | |
and she liked being at school because she liked the learning. | 0:10:38 | 0:10:42 | |
She found, thankfully, | 0:10:43 | 0:10:45 | |
the more alternative young people within the school | 0:10:45 | 0:10:48 | |
and that seemed to settle her | 0:10:48 | 0:10:51 | |
and she was quite happy then to be who she was. | 0:10:51 | 0:10:55 | |
And it was nice to see her belonging to a group, | 0:10:56 | 0:10:59 | |
rather than being that outsider. | 0:10:59 | 0:11:02 | |
I met a boy | 0:11:05 | 0:11:06 | |
Robert | 0:11:08 | 0:11:10 | |
Rob | 0:11:10 | 0:11:12 | |
He was one of me | 0:11:12 | 0:11:15 | |
I was one of him | 0:11:15 | 0:11:17 | |
We were one and the same | 0:11:17 | 0:11:20 | |
I went towards him | 0:11:21 | 0:11:22 | |
And kissed his face | 0:11:22 | 0:11:24 | |
He was skin and bone | 0:11:24 | 0:11:26 | |
He was six foot tall | 0:11:26 | 0:11:29 | |
He was ghostly pale | 0:11:29 | 0:11:31 | |
He was poetry, art | 0:11:31 | 0:11:33 | |
He was quirky, cool | 0:11:33 | 0:11:35 | |
He was backcombed and pierced | 0:11:35 | 0:11:38 | |
He WAS perfectly weird | 0:11:38 | 0:11:40 | |
We walked through Manchester | 0:11:42 | 0:11:44 | |
Hand in hand | 0:11:44 | 0:11:45 | |
We were both in league | 0:11:45 | 0:11:47 | |
With the colour black | 0:11:47 | 0:11:48 | |
Not knowing exactly who we were | 0:11:48 | 0:11:50 | |
But both agreed on what we were not | 0:11:50 | 0:11:53 | |
We were joined at the hip | 0:11:54 | 0:11:56 | |
We were all black T-shirts | 0:11:56 | 0:11:58 | |
And snow-white flesh | 0:11:58 | 0:12:00 | |
We were silhouette | 0:12:00 | 0:12:02 | |
I slashed my jeans | 0:12:02 | 0:12:04 | |
And unpicked my seams | 0:12:04 | 0:12:07 | |
And smeared my lips | 0:12:07 | 0:12:08 | |
And ripped my fishnets | 0:12:08 | 0:12:10 | |
In honour of him | 0:12:10 | 0:12:12 | |
Sat at the mirror for hours on end | 0:12:12 | 0:12:14 | |
With banshee make-up | 0:12:14 | 0:12:16 | |
And hurricane hair | 0:12:16 | 0:12:17 | |
Till I looked like | 0:12:17 | 0:12:19 | |
I'd fallen out of a tree | 0:12:19 | 0:12:20 | |
Till I looked like | 0:12:20 | 0:12:22 | |
I'd clambered out of the grave | 0:12:22 | 0:12:24 | |
It was love | 0:12:25 | 0:12:27 | |
It was life. | 0:12:27 | 0:12:28 | |
I remember my first sight of Rob. | 0:12:30 | 0:12:32 | |
He had black hair, obviously, | 0:12:32 | 0:12:35 | |
and backcombed, so it were really wild, | 0:12:35 | 0:12:37 | |
and he had a brown mac on and some yellow plastic shoes | 0:12:37 | 0:12:42 | |
and, you know, his facial piercings, | 0:12:42 | 0:12:45 | |
and our Sophie was quite distinctive, too, in her dress. | 0:12:45 | 0:12:50 | |
She obviously wore a lot of black, | 0:12:50 | 0:12:52 | |
but she would very often sort of cut her clothes up | 0:12:52 | 0:12:55 | |
so they were always quite raggedy, really, and, you know, | 0:12:55 | 0:12:58 | |
I would never say anything to her, | 0:12:58 | 0:13:00 | |
ever, about her appearance because... | 0:13:00 | 0:13:03 | |
Well, actually, I was always quite proud of her | 0:13:03 | 0:13:05 | |
and I thought she looked lovely. | 0:13:05 | 0:13:07 | |
She was quite distinctive. | 0:13:07 | 0:13:09 | |
You would notice her if you saw her in the street. | 0:13:09 | 0:13:13 | |
But it was more than that with her, | 0:13:14 | 0:13:16 | |
it was more than the clothes, | 0:13:16 | 0:13:18 | |
it was more than the music. | 0:13:18 | 0:13:20 | |
I think what happened was, as she was growing up, you know, | 0:13:22 | 0:13:25 | |
she was a vegetarian, | 0:13:25 | 0:13:27 | |
she was a pacifist. | 0:13:27 | 0:13:30 | |
A child who was quite internal. | 0:13:30 | 0:13:32 | |
The clothes aspect of it and the make-up and the hair | 0:13:32 | 0:13:37 | |
just showed what she was as a person. | 0:13:37 | 0:13:40 | |
What people don't understand is that that is actually the truth. | 0:13:40 | 0:13:44 | |
It's not just, oh, somebody chooses to dress differently, | 0:13:44 | 0:13:48 | |
and for somebody like Sophie, | 0:13:48 | 0:13:50 | |
and for a lot of people, actually, | 0:13:50 | 0:13:52 | |
it's not even a life choice, really. | 0:13:52 | 0:13:55 | |
It just reflects who they are. | 0:13:57 | 0:14:00 | |
It was one small step | 0:14:02 | 0:14:04 | |
Across the street | 0:14:04 | 0:14:06 | |
But one giant leap into bedsit land | 0:14:06 | 0:14:08 | |
And very grown up to be moving in | 0:14:08 | 0:14:11 | |
To be given the keys | 0:14:11 | 0:14:13 | |
To lift the latch | 0:14:13 | 0:14:14 | |
To be playing house | 0:14:14 | 0:14:16 | |
To be lady and lord | 0:14:16 | 0:14:18 | |
Of our very own place | 0:14:18 | 0:14:19 | |
In our very own space | 0:14:19 | 0:14:22 | |
We WERE dreamers | 0:14:22 | 0:14:24 | |
Asleep | 0:14:24 | 0:14:25 | |
We were jobless, skint | 0:14:25 | 0:14:27 | |
Always juggling and having to stint | 0:14:27 | 0:14:30 | |
Not a penny to our name | 0:14:30 | 0:14:32 | |
Always struggling to make ends meet | 0:14:32 | 0:14:35 | |
To eke things out | 0:14:35 | 0:14:36 | |
Till the end of the week | 0:14:36 | 0:14:38 | |
To the passer-by | 0:14:38 | 0:14:40 | |
It was hardly the Ritz | 0:14:40 | 0:14:42 | |
Nowhere to shout or show off about | 0:14:42 | 0:14:45 | |
Just some old, cold first-floor flat | 0:14:45 | 0:14:50 | |
Below the moor | 0:14:50 | 0:14:52 | |
Above a shop | 0:14:52 | 0:14:54 | |
But to us | 0:14:55 | 0:14:56 | |
It was home | 0:14:58 | 0:15:00 | |
Palace and penthouse | 0:15:01 | 0:15:03 | |
Fortress and funhouse | 0:15:03 | 0:15:06 | |
Studio, library all rolled into one. | 0:15:06 | 0:15:10 | |
We could bolt the door And keep the world out or | 0:15:10 | 0:15:13 | |
Watch the world as it wandered past In all its glory, beautifully mad | 0:15:13 | 0:15:19 | |
All the nightshift workers And daylight shirkers | 0:15:21 | 0:15:24 | |
The mods and rockers And emos and moshers | 0:15:24 | 0:15:28 | |
And joggers and bikers And slackers and slickers | 0:15:28 | 0:15:32 | |
All the swimmers and sinkers And grafters and thinkers. | 0:15:32 | 0:15:36 | |
The fly-posters and bill-stickers The goths and the straights | 0:15:36 | 0:15:40 | |
And the groovers and ravers. | 0:15:40 | 0:15:43 | |
The movers and shakers | 0:15:43 | 0:15:45 | |
The butchers and bakers And candlestick makers. | 0:15:45 | 0:15:49 | |
All the pissheads and potheads And veggies and vegans | 0:15:49 | 0:15:53 | |
And coppers and preachers And posties and traders. | 0:15:53 | 0:15:56 | |
The night-hawks and The dawn-treaders | 0:15:56 | 0:15:59 | |
The speed-freaks And the metal-merchants | 0:15:59 | 0:16:02 | |
All the scrimpers and savers The beggars and trailblazers. | 0:16:02 | 0:16:05 | |
All the chancers and mystics And givers and takers | 0:16:05 | 0:16:10 | |
And skinheads and suedeheads And non-believers. | 0:16:10 | 0:16:13 | |
All the tattooed crusties All the crested Mohicans | 0:16:13 | 0:16:17 | |
All the folkies and rappers And ragamuffins and Rastas | 0:16:17 | 0:16:21 | |
And clubbers and dubbers And mixers and suited commuters | 0:16:21 | 0:16:24 | |
And duckers and divers | 0:16:24 | 0:16:25 | |
And salesmen and truckers And lollipop ladies | 0:16:25 | 0:16:29 | |
And beatniks and peaceniks And streetkids and skaters | 0:16:29 | 0:16:32 | |
And hitchers and drivers And runners and riders. | 0:16:32 | 0:16:35 | |
All the rat-racers All the money servants | 0:16:35 | 0:16:37 | |
All the dancers and DJs. | 0:16:37 | 0:16:38 | |
All the trippies and heavies And slackers and hippies | 0:16:38 | 0:16:41 | |
And hawkers and vendors And takers and lenders | 0:16:41 | 0:16:44 | |
And the dog-walkers And the dawdlers | 0:16:44 | 0:16:46 | |
All the late starters And early risers | 0:16:46 | 0:16:49 | |
All the human race In its crazy parade | 0:16:49 | 0:16:53 | |
I said: "let them all be." | 0:16:54 | 0:16:56 | |
I said: "live and let live." | 0:16:59 | 0:17:01 | |
I said: "breathe and let breathe." | 0:17:02 | 0:17:05 | |
SHE INHALES DEEPLY | 0:17:06 | 0:17:09 | |
Sophie and Rob, you know, they were really an old-fashioned couple. | 0:17:11 | 0:17:15 | |
They were proper old-fashioned. | 0:17:15 | 0:17:17 | |
They liked to do things as they saw as being proper. | 0:17:17 | 0:17:21 | |
And I know from when they were at my house, | 0:17:21 | 0:17:24 | |
Rob would sit on the couch and our Soph would sit with her legs over him, | 0:17:24 | 0:17:28 | |
and that's what they did. | 0:17:28 | 0:17:29 | |
And they did go out for a drink, they'd go to their mates' houses, | 0:17:29 | 0:17:32 | |
but they were never big party animals. | 0:17:32 | 0:17:35 | |
They liked being together. | 0:17:35 | 0:17:36 | |
And he would paint and our Soph would sit there and read. | 0:17:38 | 0:17:41 | |
You know, Sophie had... | 0:17:44 | 0:17:46 | |
Had issues when she were about 14, 15. | 0:17:46 | 0:17:50 | |
She didn't feel that she belonged and you could see that. | 0:17:50 | 0:17:53 | |
And she struggled at times. | 0:17:53 | 0:17:55 | |
You know, probably the 12 months before she died | 0:17:55 | 0:17:59 | |
she'd just about hit where she should be, who she was. | 0:17:59 | 0:18:03 | |
She was just coming through all that. | 0:18:03 | 0:18:05 | |
Once she met Rob she saw that... | 0:18:06 | 0:18:10 | |
..what she was and who she was | 0:18:12 | 0:18:15 | |
was actually really quite meaningful. | 0:18:15 | 0:18:18 | |
Summer | 0:18:21 | 0:18:24 | |
August | 0:18:24 | 0:18:26 | |
The people's month | 0:18:26 | 0:18:28 | |
Easy, effortless, endless days | 0:18:28 | 0:18:32 | |
Think of a park in its perfect form | 0:18:34 | 0:18:38 | |
The Victorian dream | 0:18:38 | 0:18:41 | |
The tick and tock of a tennis ball | 0:18:41 | 0:18:44 | |
Friday-night lovers Out for a stroll | 0:18:44 | 0:18:47 | |
Had we only known | 0:18:47 | 0:18:50 | |
That this was a place Where shadows waited | 0:18:50 | 0:18:55 | |
Where wolves ran wild | 0:18:55 | 0:18:56 | |
Where alcohol poisoned The watering hole. | 0:18:56 | 0:19:00 | |
They called in at the local garage because they'd no cigarettes. | 0:19:01 | 0:19:06 | |
And whilst they were at the garage they met up with somebody | 0:19:06 | 0:19:09 | |
who had met them previously in a pub. | 0:19:09 | 0:19:13 | |
And whilst they were stood talking | 0:19:13 | 0:19:16 | |
to these two young men, boys, whatever... | 0:19:16 | 0:19:19 | |
They were asking Sophie about her retainer in her ear, | 0:19:19 | 0:19:24 | |
and these two young boys said to | 0:19:24 | 0:19:26 | |
Sophie and Rob, you know, they were having a laugh, | 0:19:26 | 0:19:29 | |
and one of these young boys said, "Come and meet my friends." | 0:19:29 | 0:19:33 | |
So... Although I have to say, one of these boys didn't want to be | 0:19:33 | 0:19:38 | |
seen with Sophie and Rob because of their appearance, you know. | 0:19:38 | 0:19:41 | |
They were moshers and, "I don't want anything to do with you." | 0:19:41 | 0:19:44 | |
So, Sophie and Rob went to meet this group of young people, | 0:19:45 | 0:19:50 | |
and they were fascinated with their appearance. | 0:19:50 | 0:19:54 | |
You know, Sophie had on that night a massive big pair of shoes. | 0:19:54 | 0:19:59 | |
And bearing in mind she were only 5'1", 5'2". | 0:19:59 | 0:20:03 | |
And she did have her dreadlocks, retainers and she did have... | 0:20:03 | 0:20:08 | |
Funnily enough, I found them the other day... | 0:20:10 | 0:20:13 | |
15 piercings. | 0:20:13 | 0:20:14 | |
But she wasn't dressed outlandishly. | 0:20:15 | 0:20:17 | |
Whatever possessed us | 0:20:22 | 0:20:23 | |
Led us on | 0:20:25 | 0:20:27 | |
Figures materialised Out of the black | 0:20:29 | 0:20:33 | |
Till a group was a gang Was a mob was a pack | 0:20:33 | 0:20:37 | |
Late | 0:20:40 | 0:20:42 | |
Dark | 0:20:42 | 0:20:44 | |
The hours were small The minutes lost | 0:20:44 | 0:20:47 | |
It was there and then But it's here and now | 0:20:48 | 0:20:50 | |
Real, actual Won't go away | 0:20:50 | 0:20:55 | |
Keeps happening over and over again | 0:20:55 | 0:20:59 | |
In no time at all | 0:20:59 | 0:21:00 | |
An alarm bell chimes The barometer swings | 0:21:02 | 0:21:06 | |
The mercury climbs The hour-glass flips | 0:21:06 | 0:21:09 | |
The galaxy tilts | 0:21:09 | 0:21:11 | |
The needle swerves violently Into the red | 0:21:11 | 0:21:14 | |
In an atmosphere of menace and threat | 0:21:14 | 0:21:17 | |
In an aftershave of dope and booze | 0:21:17 | 0:21:19 | |
And testosterone and pent-up hate | 0:21:19 | 0:21:22 | |
Have we said the wrong word? | 0:21:24 | 0:21:25 | |
Have we made the wrong turn? | 0:21:28 | 0:21:30 | |
Have we strayed from our path? | 0:21:33 | 0:21:35 | |
Have we stepped on their patch? | 0:21:36 | 0:21:38 | |
Do they find offence At the studs in my lips | 0:21:40 | 0:21:43 | |
Or the rings in my ear? | 0:21:43 | 0:21:44 | |
Are they morally outraged By what we wear? | 0:21:44 | 0:21:47 | |
We are kindly creatures Peaceful souls | 0:21:49 | 0:21:54 | |
But something of our lives Aggravates theirs | 0:21:55 | 0:21:58 | |
Something in their lives Despises ours | 0:21:58 | 0:22:01 | |
The difference between us Is what they can't stand | 0:22:03 | 0:22:06 | |
And so the blows rain in | 0:22:08 | 0:22:10 | |
With that level of fury That needs to hurt | 0:22:12 | 0:22:16 | |
That depth of anger | 0:22:16 | 0:22:17 | |
That goes for the face That desires to maim | 0:22:17 | 0:22:20 | |
And when they've finished Knocking the stuffing out of my man | 0:22:22 | 0:22:27 | |
Kicking his skull For all they're worth | 0:22:27 | 0:22:30 | |
And I nurse his broken head On my knee | 0:22:30 | 0:22:34 | |
One turns on me | 0:22:34 | 0:22:36 | |
Oh, God | 0:22:36 | 0:22:38 | |
He comes back and he turns on me | 0:22:38 | 0:22:41 | |
A plague of fists or a swarm of feet | 0:22:43 | 0:22:46 | |
The boot coming in again and again. | 0:22:46 | 0:22:49 | |
How he hates my demeanour Hates my braids | 0:22:51 | 0:22:56 | |
How he hates my manner Hates my ways | 0:22:56 | 0:23:00 | |
Doesn't know me from Adam Not even my name | 0:23:02 | 0:23:04 | |
But detests every atom Of what I am | 0:23:04 | 0:23:06 | |
Nothing I scream for Will make it end | 0:23:10 | 0:23:12 | |
He will kick | 0:23:13 | 0:23:15 | |
And will kick | 0:23:15 | 0:23:17 | |
And will kick | 0:23:17 | 0:23:20 | |
And will kick | 0:23:20 | 0:23:21 | |
Till the living daylight Flies away. | 0:23:23 | 0:23:25 | |
And from what I can gather, five boys walked into the park. | 0:23:31 | 0:23:37 | |
Were only there a couple of minutes, and said, "Let's bang the moshers." | 0:23:37 | 0:23:42 | |
Five of them attacked Rob. | 0:23:42 | 0:23:44 | |
Got him on the floor and were kicking his head. | 0:23:44 | 0:23:47 | |
This is were it gets a bit murky, I've got to be honest, | 0:23:49 | 0:23:53 | |
because where is Sophie? | 0:23:53 | 0:23:56 | |
Nobody seems to see where she is. What's gone on there? | 0:23:56 | 0:24:01 | |
-We know because of... -SHE SIGHS | 0:24:02 | 0:24:05 | |
I don't know. | 0:24:05 | 0:24:06 | |
Conversations with the police, with the five attackers, | 0:24:06 | 0:24:09 | |
this is what he said, | 0:24:09 | 0:24:11 | |
that Sophie were on her hands and knees, cradling Rob's head, | 0:24:11 | 0:24:17 | |
shouting at them, | 0:24:17 | 0:24:19 | |
and then Ryan Herbert is supposedly have said, | 0:24:19 | 0:24:23 | |
"Oh, God, she's a witness. I'll go back and do her." | 0:24:23 | 0:24:27 | |
I don't believe that. | 0:24:27 | 0:24:29 | |
I don't believe that in a million years. | 0:24:29 | 0:24:31 | |
How come - and I'll say this to my dying day - | 0:24:31 | 0:24:33 | |
how come five of them's attacked Rob? | 0:24:33 | 0:24:37 | |
You're telling me that one of them's attacked her? | 0:24:37 | 0:24:40 | |
He didn't do that on his own, that's ridiculous. | 0:24:40 | 0:24:42 | |
There were young people in the park that night that tried to help them. | 0:24:45 | 0:24:49 | |
They did give them first aid. They did call the ambulance service. | 0:24:49 | 0:24:53 | |
But bear in mind we've got three ambulance calls | 0:24:53 | 0:24:57 | |
and those calls took 17 minutes. | 0:24:57 | 0:25:00 | |
And you can hear - you can hear in the background of that 999 phone call, | 0:25:00 | 0:25:04 | |
you can hear the attack taking place. | 0:25:04 | 0:25:06 | |
You can also hear Rob coming round. | 0:25:06 | 0:25:08 | |
That attack did not take over 17 minutes on Rob. | 0:25:10 | 0:25:14 | |
Where were Sophie? | 0:25:15 | 0:25:16 | |
She's... She's lost somewhere along the line. | 0:25:17 | 0:25:21 | |
Which is the truth, and which isn't... | 0:25:23 | 0:25:25 | |
I don't know, I don't think we'll ever know, either. | 0:25:25 | 0:25:28 | |
On my hands and knees I crawl | 0:25:31 | 0:25:35 | |
Some way, then fall, then curl | 0:25:35 | 0:25:38 | |
This is pain beyond pain | 0:25:40 | 0:25:43 | |
I am seeing stars | 0:25:46 | 0:25:48 | |
I watch planets wheel | 0:25:50 | 0:25:52 | |
I watch heavens whirl | 0:25:53 | 0:25:55 | |
I hear sirens wail | 0:25:57 | 0:25:59 | |
And of all the people to have been attacked, for God's sake, | 0:26:04 | 0:26:07 | |
there's this little, gentle, kind girl, and Rob, God love him. | 0:26:07 | 0:26:12 | |
Our Adam turned up, and then the police turned up as well. | 0:26:14 | 0:26:19 | |
And they were telling me about where they'd been that night, and I couldn't, | 0:26:19 | 0:26:22 | |
and I can't to this day, get my head round | 0:26:22 | 0:26:25 | |
what on earth made them go in that park that night. | 0:26:25 | 0:26:29 | |
Questioning me about Sophie and their lifestyle. | 0:26:29 | 0:26:32 | |
Did they do drugs? What?! No, they did not. You know. | 0:26:32 | 0:26:35 | |
And I can understand what they were doing. | 0:26:35 | 0:26:38 | |
They've got to build a picture up of these two young people. | 0:26:38 | 0:26:41 | |
And then he says to me, "You know, she's at Fairfield." | 0:26:41 | 0:26:47 | |
Rob was at North Manchester, Sophie was in Fairfield. | 0:26:47 | 0:26:50 | |
"You can go and see her now. | 0:26:51 | 0:26:53 | |
"Her dad's with her. But I have to say to you that | 0:26:53 | 0:26:57 | |
"when the ambulance men picked them up, they couldn't tell | 0:26:57 | 0:27:02 | |
"which was the male and which was the female, because she's swollen." | 0:27:02 | 0:27:05 | |
I am dead but alive | 0:27:09 | 0:27:13 | |
Alive but dead | 0:27:13 | 0:27:15 | |
Ghosting somewhere in between | 0:27:15 | 0:27:19 | |
Cushioned and wrapped in Hospital pillows and hospital sheets | 0:27:19 | 0:27:23 | |
Blanketed under fluorescent light | 0:27:23 | 0:27:26 | |
A Medusa of drips and tubes and leads | 0:27:26 | 0:27:29 | |
And clotted braids And tangled beads | 0:27:29 | 0:27:33 | |
And jigsaw shapes of naked scalp | 0:27:33 | 0:27:35 | |
Where clumps of my hair Were kicked clean out | 0:27:35 | 0:27:38 | |
The police can't believe this necklace is mine - | 0:27:40 | 0:27:42 | |
Too ladylike, too feminine | 0:27:42 | 0:27:47 | |
And Mum can't see | 0:27:49 | 0:27:51 | |
That somewhere inside | 0:27:51 | 0:27:54 | |
This swollen, bloodshot | 0:27:54 | 0:27:59 | |
Abstract mess | 0:27:59 | 0:28:02 | |
Is my heart-shaped face And swan-like neck | 0:28:02 | 0:28:07 | |
Black roses that bloom On my arms and legs | 0:28:07 | 0:28:10 | |
Are the bitter bruises Of self-defence | 0:28:10 | 0:28:12 | |
I am traumatised | 0:28:14 | 0:28:16 | |
I am compromised | 0:28:19 | 0:28:21 | |
I am deeply distressed | 0:28:23 | 0:28:25 | |
I am sorely defaced. | 0:28:29 | 0:28:31 | |
We walked in, and you see this...girl, | 0:28:36 | 0:28:43 | |
who's got the tiniest of faces. Absolutely stunning face. | 0:28:43 | 0:28:46 | |
It was like a football. | 0:28:48 | 0:28:50 | |
It was absolutely massive, her whole head. | 0:28:50 | 0:28:52 | |
Her face, her head, everything. | 0:28:52 | 0:28:54 | |
And her dad was sat there holding her hand and, um... | 0:28:56 | 0:29:00 | |
I don't know who... I don't know who cried the most. | 0:29:00 | 0:29:02 | |
She'd two black eyes, and she'd marks | 0:29:04 | 0:29:07 | |
on her face that were trainer marks. | 0:29:07 | 0:29:10 | |
You could see them as clear as day. | 0:29:10 | 0:29:13 | |
Even the diamond shapes on both sides of her face. | 0:29:13 | 0:29:17 | |
She'd even got a little tiny star. | 0:29:17 | 0:29:22 | |
And that were from the laces on the trainers. | 0:29:22 | 0:29:24 | |
Now, you're telling me - how much force must they have used to do that? | 0:29:24 | 0:29:28 | |
Her ears... Her ears were big, black and puffy | 0:29:28 | 0:29:33 | |
and there were yellow marks... | 0:29:33 | 0:29:35 | |
Her neck. | 0:29:35 | 0:29:38 | |
God. Her neck. | 0:29:38 | 0:29:40 | |
You know, she had a lovely, long, very elegant neck, like a swan, | 0:29:41 | 0:29:44 | |
and I used to say that to her. | 0:29:44 | 0:29:46 | |
And her neck, God love her, it were black on both sides. | 0:29:46 | 0:29:49 | |
It were horrible, horrible, horrible. | 0:29:49 | 0:29:51 | |
At the back where'd they'd kicked her, | 0:29:51 | 0:29:53 | |
they'd yanked part of the skin off her head, and it looked like | 0:29:53 | 0:29:56 | |
they'd pulled her hair out, | 0:29:56 | 0:29:57 | |
and bearing in mind she had dreadlocks, you know... | 0:29:57 | 0:30:00 | |
She'd defence marks, on both her arms | 0:30:00 | 0:30:03 | |
where she'd obviously curled up in a ball. | 0:30:03 | 0:30:05 | |
She'd marks on her legs where, when they'd kicked her, | 0:30:05 | 0:30:08 | |
she'd moved across the floor. | 0:30:08 | 0:30:09 | |
But all the marks, | 0:30:09 | 0:30:10 | |
everything they did to her, were on her face. | 0:30:10 | 0:30:12 | |
That was, sort of, the Saturday. | 0:30:14 | 0:30:17 | |
Fully expected her to live. | 0:30:17 | 0:30:20 | |
Fully expected her to come round - probably, you know, within 24 hours. | 0:30:20 | 0:30:24 | |
That's what the nurses said - "This is what usually happens." | 0:30:24 | 0:30:27 | |
So me and Adam and Sophie's dad, John, went home that night | 0:30:27 | 0:30:33 | |
and er...got up early Sunday morning, | 0:30:33 | 0:30:35 | |
rang the hospital obviously, | 0:30:35 | 0:30:37 | |
and said "Right, I'm on my way. Do I need to bring anything?" | 0:30:37 | 0:30:39 | |
And she said, "Oh, yes, bring her some pyjamas | 0:30:39 | 0:30:42 | |
"and bring her some toiletries for when she comes round. | 0:30:42 | 0:30:44 | |
"We're going to take her off the machines later." | 0:30:44 | 0:30:46 | |
So I called in and I got her some new jimmys | 0:30:46 | 0:30:49 | |
and I got her a lovely new toiletry bag... | 0:30:49 | 0:30:52 | |
SHE SOBS | 0:30:52 | 0:30:54 | |
And I got her stuff. | 0:31:02 | 0:31:05 | |
And I thought, "She'll love that." | 0:31:06 | 0:31:08 | |
I took it to the hospital. There was only me there. | 0:31:10 | 0:31:12 | |
And I'm sorry, Mum | 0:31:20 | 0:31:21 | |
For making such a fuss | 0:31:24 | 0:31:25 | |
To be centre-stage | 0:31:28 | 0:31:29 | |
Sorry to twitch | 0:31:32 | 0:31:34 | |
Sorry to mumble and make no sense | 0:31:36 | 0:31:38 | |
Sorry to sweat | 0:31:40 | 0:31:41 | |
Sorry to vomit and arch my back | 0:31:44 | 0:31:46 | |
Sorry you have to see me like this | 0:31:47 | 0:31:50 | |
Purple and blue | 0:31:52 | 0:31:53 | |
Branded and stamped all around my head | 0:31:54 | 0:31:57 | |
With the logo and tread of a training shoe | 0:31:57 | 0:32:00 | |
I can't find my form | 0:32:05 | 0:32:07 | |
I can't breathe on my own | 0:32:10 | 0:32:12 | |
I can't move my mouth to say how I feel | 0:32:14 | 0:32:17 | |
I can't help my feet when they clench into claws | 0:32:20 | 0:32:23 | |
I can't help my legs and arms when they thrash | 0:32:25 | 0:32:28 | |
Can't help my eyes when they roll and track | 0:32:28 | 0:32:31 | |
Can anyone say if I'm coming back? | 0:32:38 | 0:32:40 | |
They, um...decided to try and take her off the machines | 0:32:51 | 0:32:56 | |
because she'd been in a coma for 24 hours | 0:32:56 | 0:32:59 | |
and...she was sick. | 0:32:59 | 0:33:02 | |
Vomited all over the place. | 0:33:02 | 0:33:04 | |
But it wasn't that that was interesting, it was her movements with her hands. | 0:33:04 | 0:33:08 | |
I knew, I thought, you know... "There's...something wrong." | 0:33:08 | 0:33:14 | |
Heart monitor going up and down, up and down. | 0:33:14 | 0:33:16 | |
And...she'd be sweating and they'd sponge her down, | 0:33:16 | 0:33:20 | |
and then they'd have to wrap her up | 0:33:20 | 0:33:22 | |
because she'd be ice-cold in this foil - it were just... | 0:33:22 | 0:33:25 | |
Her legs were going, she was having epileptic fits, | 0:33:25 | 0:33:29 | |
constant fits. | 0:33:29 | 0:33:31 | |
And the noise - oh... | 0:33:31 | 0:33:33 | |
The noise she were making were like...a cow, lowing, | 0:33:33 | 0:33:38 | |
I can't describe. | 0:33:38 | 0:33:40 | |
It were...loud, really loud, | 0:33:40 | 0:33:42 | |
like...oh, it were horrible. | 0:33:42 | 0:33:45 | |
And she were mumbling, actually, mumbling to herself, | 0:33:45 | 0:33:48 | |
"No, no...no...no." | 0:33:48 | 0:33:51 | |
Well, the nurses, you could see there were a bit of panic here, | 0:33:52 | 0:33:55 | |
"Oh, my God, put her back on." | 0:33:55 | 0:33:57 | |
So they put her back to the machines | 0:33:57 | 0:33:59 | |
and I'm sort of stood there, | 0:33:59 | 0:34:01 | |
thinking, "Oh, my God, what is going on?" | 0:34:01 | 0:34:03 | |
And they're saying to me, "Oh, no, she'll be fine, | 0:34:03 | 0:34:07 | |
"it's just not what we expected. | 0:34:07 | 0:34:08 | |
"She probably just needs another 24 hours. | 0:34:08 | 0:34:11 | |
"We'll try her again tomorrow." | 0:34:11 | 0:34:14 | |
But by this stage, I didn't want to be here. | 0:34:14 | 0:34:17 | |
I'm proper scared...scared by then, | 0:34:17 | 0:34:21 | |
I thought, "I don't want to be here." | 0:34:21 | 0:34:24 | |
So I left Sophie, and John stayed with her, | 0:34:24 | 0:34:28 | |
and I went up to North Manchester to go and see Rob. | 0:34:28 | 0:34:31 | |
So that's how it stood, then - we'd two of them in hospital, | 0:34:32 | 0:34:36 | |
both of them still on the machines. | 0:34:36 | 0:34:38 | |
So I went home that night | 0:34:39 | 0:34:41 | |
and, um...I think I lasted about a couple of hours, | 0:34:41 | 0:34:44 | |
I think, while I were at home - I thought, "I can't... | 0:34:44 | 0:34:47 | |
"I got to do something." You know - pacing about. | 0:34:47 | 0:34:50 | |
I thought, "I can't sit down, I can't watch TV. | 0:34:50 | 0:34:52 | |
"I can't do anything." | 0:34:52 | 0:34:54 | |
How distant I am | 0:35:06 | 0:35:07 | |
How far away | 0:35:09 | 0:35:10 | |
Am I not myself? | 0:35:12 | 0:35:14 | |
Am I still of this world? | 0:35:16 | 0:35:17 | |
I am critical | 0:35:21 | 0:35:23 | |
Grave | 0:35:23 | 0:35:26 | |
Beginning to fade | 0:35:26 | 0:35:28 | |
Weakening | 0:35:28 | 0:35:31 | |
Faint | 0:35:31 | 0:35:33 | |
Losing hold | 0:35:33 | 0:35:35 | |
Slipping below. | 0:35:35 | 0:35:36 | |
And then, funnily enough...yeah, I woke up, and I thought, | 0:35:55 | 0:35:58 | |
"I'm going to ring the hospital." | 0:35:58 | 0:36:00 | |
It'd be about four o'clock, I think. | 0:36:00 | 0:36:02 | |
And I rang, and as I rang, the doctor answered | 0:36:02 | 0:36:07 | |
and he said, "Oh, Mrs Lancaster, I were just going to ring you. | 0:36:07 | 0:36:10 | |
"I think you'd better come down. | 0:36:10 | 0:36:12 | |
"She's, uh...taken a turn for the worse, she's gravely ill." | 0:36:12 | 0:36:16 | |
So we all set off, and... | 0:36:18 | 0:36:20 | |
It was horrible, horrible - | 0:36:21 | 0:36:23 | |
there was blood all over the floor, she'd had a massive heart attack. | 0:36:23 | 0:36:27 | |
But they did say, "As soon she starts to rally a little bit, | 0:36:28 | 0:36:31 | |
"we're going to take her down and get her brain scan done | 0:36:31 | 0:36:34 | |
"because, you know, there's summat...not right." | 0:36:34 | 0:36:37 | |
So they took her down, and I came back on to the ward | 0:36:39 | 0:36:42 | |
as they were bringing her back up. | 0:36:42 | 0:36:44 | |
And the nurse, she were in floods of tears | 0:36:45 | 0:36:49 | |
and I knew then, you know, I thought, "Oh, God." | 0:36:49 | 0:36:52 | |
I knew then, you know, "That's it." | 0:36:52 | 0:36:54 | |
And what they said was that they'd done a brain scan | 0:36:56 | 0:36:58 | |
and...basically she'd no brain left. | 0:36:58 | 0:37:01 | |
It were just...dead. | 0:37:01 | 0:37:03 | |
They would turn the machines off on the Friday | 0:37:05 | 0:37:07 | |
and they would do the brain stem test. | 0:37:07 | 0:37:11 | |
Do I even know that my man survived | 0:37:19 | 0:37:21 | |
Whose handsome head I cradled and kissed | 0:37:24 | 0:37:28 | |
While they beat him with names and stoned him with kicks | 0:37:28 | 0:37:32 | |
Whose innocent face I tried to shield | 0:37:33 | 0:37:37 | |
Whose life I wrapped and held with my own? | 0:37:37 | 0:37:40 | |
Well, Rob, they tried to take him off again on the Monday. | 0:37:50 | 0:37:54 | |
And he came off and he was awake. | 0:37:54 | 0:37:58 | |
And he says he remembers, you know, um...seeing his mum and dad there. | 0:37:58 | 0:38:02 | |
Robert | 0:38:07 | 0:38:09 | |
Rob | 0:38:09 | 0:38:10 | |
Don't think me cold or impolite | 0:38:12 | 0:38:16 | |
If I don't respond when you say goodbye | 0:38:16 | 0:38:18 | |
If I lie here unmoved when they wheel you in | 0:38:20 | 0:38:24 | |
In stitches and pins for a final time | 0:38:24 | 0:38:26 | |
Body broken, spirit dimmed | 0:38:28 | 0:38:30 | |
Mother | 0:38:35 | 0:38:38 | |
Mum | 0:38:38 | 0:38:39 | |
Don't think me rude | 0:38:42 | 0:38:43 | |
If my eyes don't light up at my favourite things | 0:38:43 | 0:38:46 | |
At these new pyjamas | 0:38:47 | 0:38:49 | |
This toiletry bag | 0:38:49 | 0:38:51 | |
But I'm losing ground | 0:38:53 | 0:38:54 | |
Slipping back | 0:38:56 | 0:38:57 | |
When you loosen my clothes | 0:38:59 | 0:39:01 | |
Please don't be fooled by the hidden tattoos | 0:39:01 | 0:39:04 | |
And the studs and rings in intimate folds | 0:39:04 | 0:39:07 | |
And the woman's body I've secretly grown | 0:39:07 | 0:39:10 | |
Because under this skin | 0:39:11 | 0:39:14 | |
I'm your helpless daughter all over again | 0:39:14 | 0:39:18 | |
Your little dot | 0:39:18 | 0:39:20 | |
Your baby girl | 0:39:21 | 0:39:23 | |
As you did then, do again now | 0:39:25 | 0:39:28 | |
Mop my brow as you mopped my brow | 0:39:29 | 0:39:33 | |
Climb in my bed as you climbed in my bed | 0:39:33 | 0:39:38 | |
Lay at my side as you laid at my side | 0:39:38 | 0:39:40 | |
As you kissed my ear | 0:39:42 | 0:39:44 | |
As you wiped my mouth | 0:39:44 | 0:39:48 | |
As you soothed me to sleep | 0:39:48 | 0:39:51 | |
As you washed me down | 0:39:51 | 0:39:54 | |
As you bathed my breast | 0:39:54 | 0:39:57 | |
As you put me to rest | 0:39:57 | 0:39:59 | |
Night follows day | 0:40:08 | 0:40:09 | |
Day becomes night | 0:40:11 | 0:40:13 | |
I am sunken | 0:40:15 | 0:40:18 | |
Deep | 0:40:18 | 0:40:20 | |
Elsewhere | 0:40:20 | 0:40:23 | |
Vacant | 0:40:23 | 0:40:25 | |
Out of reach | 0:40:25 | 0:40:26 | |
They have scanned and searched for vital signs | 0:40:29 | 0:40:32 | |
But I'm hardly a pulse | 0:40:34 | 0:40:36 | |
Barely a breath | 0:40:37 | 0:40:40 | |
A thread | 0:40:41 | 0:40:43 | |
A trace | 0:40:43 | 0:40:45 | |
A past | 0:40:45 | 0:40:47 | |
A waste. | 0:40:47 | 0:40:49 | |
And, um... | 0:40:55 | 0:40:56 | |
Then on the Friday morning, they, um...took her off. | 0:40:56 | 0:41:00 | |
Was going to do the brain...stem things. | 0:41:00 | 0:41:03 | |
And then they take you into a room, | 0:41:05 | 0:41:07 | |
and they say, "I'm really sorry, Mrs Lancaster, | 0:41:07 | 0:41:10 | |
"but there's...nothing there. | 0:41:10 | 0:41:11 | |
"We're going to turn the machines off." | 0:41:11 | 0:41:14 | |
And they then screen, obviously, you know, the bed off | 0:41:16 | 0:41:19 | |
and take the machines off. | 0:41:19 | 0:41:22 | |
And, um...we stayed with her, obviously. | 0:41:22 | 0:41:24 | |
And, uh...it took her about 20 minutes to die. | 0:41:24 | 0:41:27 | |
And I lay down with her. | 0:41:29 | 0:41:31 | |
And I held her in my arms until she died. | 0:41:33 | 0:41:35 | |
It's a horrible, horrible thing. | 0:41:39 | 0:41:41 | |
She's just so little, this tiny thing. | 0:41:45 | 0:41:47 | |
Well, by then, I'd had enough. | 0:41:51 | 0:41:53 | |
I just wanted to come home, leave her, and just come home. | 0:41:55 | 0:41:57 | |
And, er... | 0:41:57 | 0:41:59 | |
Our Adam, bless him, came back and sat with her. | 0:41:59 | 0:42:02 | |
But I couldn't. | 0:42:02 | 0:42:03 | |
I just wanted to go home. | 0:42:05 | 0:42:06 | |
The line on the screen goes long and flat | 0:42:12 | 0:42:15 | |
Pull the curtains round | 0:42:20 | 0:42:22 | |
Call the angels down | 0:42:24 | 0:42:26 | |
Now let me go | 0:42:28 | 0:42:30 | |
Now carry me home | 0:42:32 | 0:42:34 | |
Now make this known. | 0:42:38 | 0:42:41 |