Just a topical sketch I've this minute tossed off. Aware that Spain is in the EU but don't care.
SCENE: IMMIGRATION OFFICE. AN INTERVIEWER SITS BEHIND A DESK SHUFFLING AN IMMIGRANT’S DOCUMENTS.
INTERVIEWER
Now, you realise that to stay here in the UK you will have to pass a series of gruelling tests, each one more fiendish than the last.
MANUEL
Que?
REACTION FROM INTERVIEWER
INTERVIEWER
We’ll start off simple: what’s your name?
NO ANSWER. MANUEL TAKES OUT A PACKET OF PEANUTS AND BEGINS EATING THEM.
INTERVIEWER
(LOOKING AT DOCUMENTS) No, it’s alright, it’s written here. Question two: what skills can you offer? Just in case there’s an opening for a semi-literate Dago moron.
MANUEL
Manuel.
INTERVIEWER
No, we’ve covered that.
MANUEL
Labour.
INTERVIEWER
Well, jolly good for you, but to vote you have to be a UK citizen. (BEAT) And know how to use a pen.
MANUEL
No, is my skill. Manual labour. (HOLDS ARM OUT AND FLEXES MUSCLES)
INTERVIEWER
That’s not really a skill, is it? Having arms. More a useful thing to have if you plan on throwing anything.
MANUEL
I also write poems. I come here to write famous book. (FISHES OUT PAPER, HANDS IT OVER)
INTERVIEWER
Let’s have a look then. I could do with a laugh. (READS. WIPES AWAY A TEAR) That was beautiful. (WRITES ON OFFICIAL PAPERS) You can start on Thursday.
MANUEL
Que?
INTERVIEWER
I’ve got a wall that needs putting up. Be there by 5am.
ENDS