William "Willy" Russell (born 23 August 1947) is an English dramatist, lyricist and composer. His best-known works are Educating Rita, Shirley Valentine, Blood Brothers and Our Day Out.
Willy Russell was born and brought up in Whiston, Lancashire, near Liverpool, an only child of working-class parents with a troubled marriage. His mother was a nurse and later worked in a warehouse. His father worked sometimes in the mines, in a factory, or managing a fish and chips shop and had increasing problems with alcohol and valium. After leaving school with one O-Level in English, he initially became a ladies' hairdresser and ran his own salon. He then undertook a variety of jobs, wrote songs and ran a folk club and danced. He went to night school and then became a school teacher, but soon he was writing plays full-time. In 1969, he married Annie Seagroatt, the daughter of a middle-class family, and the couple eventually had a son, Rob, and two daughters, Rachel and Ruth.
Narrator:
There's a girl inside the woman
Who's waiting to get free
She's washed a million dishes
She's always making tea.
Linda:
Could I talk to Councillor Lyons, please?
Narrator:
There's a girl inside the woman
And the mother she became
And a half rememnbered song
Comes to her lips again.
Linda:
Eddie, could I talk to you?
Narrator:
The girl would sing the melody
But the woman stands in doubt
And wonders what the price would be
For letting the young girl out.
Linda:
Yeh, I remember.
Mrs Johnstone:
(singing) It's just a light romanace,
It's nothing cruel,
They laid no plans,
How it came,
Who can explain?
They just said 'hello',
And foolishly they gazed,
They should have gone
Their seperate ways.
Edward:
Hey. (He mimes firing a gun.)
Linda:
Missed.
Mrs Johnstone:
(singing) It's just the same old song,
Nothing cruel,
Nothing wrong.
It's just two fools,
Who know the rules,
But break them all,
And grasp at half a chance
To play their part
In a light romance.
Living on the never never,
Constant as the changing weather,
Never sure
Who's at the door,
Or the price
You're gonna have to pay.
It's just a secret glance,
Across a room.
A touch of hands
That part too soon.
That same old tune
That always plays,
And lets them dance as friends,
Then stand apart,
As the music ends.
Loving on the never never,
Constant as the changing weather,
Never sure
Who's at the door
Or the price you're gonna have to....