Monologue

FinsburyParkCarrots

Here -- wass...wass... your name again? Vincent? No. Richard? Richard! Richard. Risteard. Good man. Sound. Sound. Shake hands. Sound ... as... a... pound. How's Cambridge? Wayy eyee!! Eh? Waayy eyye munnn! I was in Newcastle. How's Cambridge? I... I was there. Oh, many years ago. The swingin' sixties. I was swingin' a shovel. I worked in Cambridge. Myself and Noonan. Layin' slabs we were, for months. Awkward man to work for. Great man. Sound. Sound. I fell in love there, I did. An English girl. Worked in the building society on Regent Street. See, I know. Oh, but she had lovely hair, dark. White skin so soft. Janine. We would go for dances in the Rex. Is the Rex still there? It's not? Is... is... the Rob Roy there? No, all gone. We'd go into the Rex for dances. Fridays, cheap admission. We'd go when I had my wages. I had my suit. I was good lookin'. And Janine was tall, and fine.

There was that winter and work was hard. I got in with Masterson and we had... too much of that, you know. And there was fights and, and all. It was hard for us in those days. We were the emigrants, the immigrants. We weren't nothin'. And Janine's mother, she was a widow. Kept a guest house on Tenison Road near the station, and I wasn't welcome. Janine married someone in her work. I could get work and went hard.

And ahh, Parker's Piece! Is Parker's Piece still there? Ayyee, I know. They played cricket there. Often a day I'd watch them. There was us there, the migrants. The exiles. We'd meet of a day and watch the cricket. That's the great English sport, that all dem countries plays better nowadays? Them was some days, fella. I've been back here years now.

Let me sing yez a song. I'll sing a song. Shake hands. What's your name again? Vincent? Richard. Richard. Shake hands. Let me sing you a song. A song for exiles, and, and, the shovel swinging sixties.

FinsburyParkCarrots

Edit: "I couldn't get work and went hard."

Lukin639

Very interesting read indeed.:)
I was right there with them for a minute. Pardon my ignorance but is this original or is it taken from something?

FinsburyParkCarrots

I wrote it about half an hour ago. Thanks.

Lukin639

Smokes, Burgers and Whiskey or

Death of a Drunken Farmer

Lukin639

Lukin639 wrote:

Smokes, Burgers and Whiskey or

Death of a Drunken Farmer

Sorry wrong thread!

FinsburyParkCarrots

Haha. I don't think there were burgers here. I think it's a liquid diet for our protagonist back-at-home-in-the-country all the way, without a burger bar for fifty miles. But yes, I think there's a living death described here.

Thanks!

FinsburyParkCarrots

Wrong thread or not, I think this fella would share a bar with Kwijibo's character!

Lukin639

FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:

Wrong thread or not, I think this fella would share a bar with Kwijibo's character!

No doubt about that.

ISN

that was a good read....Fins, have you read 'The Fatal Shore' by Robert Hughes.....it's very good.....about the first convicts (a lot of Irish)......

burtschips

That's great..... economic life storey.

Ali

Very nice finns...I have a reply...:)
allison
Tell me if you like it..using it for a play/movie I'm going to write.