Hiya, all
This is from something I've recently been re writing. Any/all comments appreciated.
SUE AND GEORGE, OLD FRIENDS, DISCUSS DEAD BODIES AND JAMMIE DODGERS...
SUE:
George, how come you’re so happy all the time?
GEORGE:
Why shouldn’t I be?
SUE:
You’re a bloody undertaker
GEORGE:
So?
SUE:
Well, you bury people…dead people…corpses…
GEORGE:
Well yes, the law’s quite strict about the whole dead part of it…apparently really, really poorly sick doesn’t count and will be sent back until such time as they’re unable to brace themselves against the lid with their feet
SUE:
And it doesn’t depress you?
GEORGE:
No - got any Jammie Dodgers?
SUE:
No - So, all that grief and misery – Hob-Nob?
GEORGE:
er… no thanks
SUE:
…Doesn’t get to you?
GEORGE:
Y’know? I often think…
SUE:
What?
GEORGE:
I often think there’s nothing more life affirming, nothing more worthy of celebration, there’s nothing more proof of the existence of a God, than a Jammie Dodger!
SUE:
Oh, piss off!
George:
Well that’s no way to talk to your best friend…not when it’d be so easy to dispose of your remains… Having the bad dreams again?
SUE:
No
GEORGE:
You can’t kid me
SUE:
Leave it
GEORGE:
(mockney accent) Leave it out. (Serious) It’s a year ago this month isn’t it?
SUE:
Is it? I don’t know - Jaffa Cake?
GEORGE:
Yes it is. A year ago since…
SUE:
Well, in the words Of Christina Aguilera and indeed Bill, the paramedic…
GEORGE:
… Exactly… you are beautiful, no matter what they say!
SUE:
Actually, I was thinking of the other one. Y’know? The one where she goes: ‘I’m a survivor’… or was that Beyonce? What do you mean? “No matter what they say” what do they say?
GEORGE:
Joke, dear
SUE:
Anyway, I’m fine
GEORGE:
Doesn’t look like it from where I’m sitting…
Y’know, I was watching one of those daytime TV programmes the other day and they had this agony aunt…
SUE:
(Groans) Oh for Christ’s sake!
GEORGE:
No, hear me out. Wonderful old dear. She has this way of smiling, while still maintaining a pained expression on her face that makes you think she’s known real suffering…of course it’s probably just haemorrhoids, but she inspires every kind of broken humanity to seek her help.
SUE:
Great. Well, if I ever get piles…
GEORGE:
And now she has a team to help
SUE:
Let me guess…a relationship therapist, a behavioural therapist, a beauty therapist, a holistic therapy therapist…a Pilates instructor…a..
GEORGE:
Yeah, you’ve got the gist. Anyway, they go and invade the life and home of some poor, unfortunate victim of life’s cruelties. Give her a makeover, de-clutter the house and tell the kids to behave
SUE:
What, no Indian head massage?
GEORGE:
No, but they also cured this particular lady of her phobia of poisonous snakes and spiders
SUE:
George, a fear of poisonous snakes and spiders isn’t a phobia it’s natures way of saving you from shit that’ll kill you.
GEORGE:
Yeah, that’s what I thought; still, she seemed quite proud of herself
SUE:
And just how often do you come across poisonous snakes and spiders in – where was it?
GEORGE:
Hackney
SUE:
Hackney?
GEORGE:
Ah, well…all the time apparently, she lives in this high rise where every other tenant has some sort of illegally imported deadly poisonous thingy kept in a fish tank, a shoe box or a cupboard under the stairs…It’s a jungle out there.