Two of my monologues are being performed at the Speakeasy in Central London over three nights this October. Here’s the official marketing:
“The Speakeasy - Extraordinary night of monologues” is back after two sell out shows earlier this year. Insignificant Theatre is proud to present the third instalment of exciting new writing and talented actors.
Come along […]
Long before I was legally old enough to work, I faked my way into a series of telesales jobs. This is my C.V of that time.
Summer, 1996. Posh double glazing.
Lasted twenty five minutes into the first shift. How many windows and doors would you replace in your home, does not a sales call make.
Autumn, 1996, […]
Everyone has terrible stories about their first job. I had several friends who worked in the local lettuce factory, twelve hour shifts, standing up, halving icebergs – hallucinating beheading their enemies, or maybe their supervisors.
Others, who worked boxing carpet samples, or worse, boxing boxes. I knew one man, whose entire role consisted of weeding insects […]
Last year I spent a couple of weeks with ex-child soldiers from Uganda. These monologues are based on the snippets of conversation we shared, formal interviews and my own impressions.
I Gloria
I met this Journalist today, this woman. She told me I was the strongest female she had ever met.
Me.
She has met a lot […]
Last year I spent a couple of weeks with ex-child soldiers from Uganda. These monologues are based on the snippets of conversation we shared, formal interviews and my own impressions.
II Albert
The first thing I want to say to the people of Britain is that forgiveness is a two way street.
You have to let go […]
Last year I spent a couple of weeks with ex-child soldiers from Uganda. These monologues are based on the snippets of conversation we shared, formal interviews and my own impressions.
III Raymond
We have spent the whole day on the bus. Gloria is asking us all what it means to live with a strong heart trapped […]
Last year I spent a couple of weeks with ex-child soldiers from Uganda. These monologues are based on the snippets of conversation we shared, formal interviews and my own impressions.
V Joy
This is a strange country. Where I come from, everything is brown – the earth, the trees, our homes. Here, in England, everything is […]
The most amount of cash I’ve ever seen is thirty six thousand pounds, in tens and twenties. The notes sat heaped in piles, underneath the floorboards of a studio apartment near our home. For a while, it was my job to count it.
I learnt how to check batches of a hundred (four twenties, wrapped with […]