Sommerauer71: So the setting is Malta, we have the bar maid, the director. We need customers, a chef, some broken hearts and some couples, like a real soap opera...
Fallingman: Alas Florida has been hit by a hurricane and her condo has been splintered before she even had time to buy insurance from the Gulf guy (second job) and her billions were invested with Bernie Madoff so that's not going to buy her a glass of milk for her Ulcer. Her ulcer is in capitals coz it's caused by listening to the bad puns of the dashing Irishman in Fat Harry's. He's not chained to the bar as he arrived late for the chaining (but hopefully in time for the whipping) and while mildly inebriated he had sufficient nous to rescue the painting from its temporary home in Sothebys weekly clean-out sale. The painting now worth 5 euros again has moved Fat Harry to tears. It now hangs behind the bar in return for a round of drinks for all and a de-chaining of the company. Released and maudlin they are dancing tangos in variegated couples across the floor of the taverna.
'Jan, get the woman a drink, after three she'll have forgotten all about it' Shouts Crazy artist. Sommer is having a cigarette, looking upon this exchange of words and she catches Crazy artists attention, she indicates the cellar door, he catches on and she makes excuses to Dashingly Handsome Irishman, 'I'll be back, don't go away' she whispers into his ear.
They enter the cellar door and....
discover to their horror that the combination of alcohol, steep cellar ladders and no light is a painful one. Waking up after a while, still slightly stunned by the fall, they realise they are not alone.
"Conrad" whispers Sommer in some alarm "I thought you were in hospital". "Unnnnhh" mumbles the baldy artist coot. "Atlas shrugged and the health service realised it was part of a socialist conspiracy and disestablished itself so we are back to sawbones in poorly lit rooms, leeching and cupping and all sorts of torture calling itself medicine,." says Conrad looking a mite scared. "I repent and will henceforth be a Socialist" he shouted. At this Doctor Dude emerges from another part of the cellar and says "never fear, Obama is here and will fix you up"
At this point Sommer realises it is all a dream. Back at the bar the Irishman is having a second glass, the ice is melting in her gin and the Bald artist is trying to repair the damage done to the picture by the crazy mother person. The clock ticks and the spiders are now the only ones tangoing.
Ye Gads .. I leave you all alone here for a day - and you all go completely bonkers?!
Wonderful riveting story by the way... very good... very very good!
I found a good theatre today for this production, the only problemo is its been condemned by the Fire Chief, and the roof leaks, the carpets he says are highly flammable being just over 400 years old, and there are no fire escapes or alternate forms of escape for the 200 people we could have crammed into the hall, the electricity is also condemned, and the stage curtains refuse to move open or closed - otherwise it`s absolutely perfect.
smoky: Ye Gads .. I leave you all alone here for a day - and you all go completely bonkers?!
Wonderful riveting story by the way... very good... very very good!
I found a good theatre today for this production, the only problemo is its been condemned by the Fire Chief, and the roof leaks, the carpets he says are highly flammable being just over 400 years old, and there are no fire escapes or alternate forms of escape for the 200 people we could have crammed into the hall, the electricity is also condemned, and the stage curtains refuse to move open or closed - otherwise it`s absolutely perfect.
I wont notice, I am always drunk. As producer, how have we done today? In your view. Some good material there.
Sommerauer71: I wont notice, I am always drunk. As producer, how have we done today? In your view. Some good material there.
Well, I think I`ve found the Title and Theme music for our musical ..........? Now, I just got to send a litle note to Elton John to ask if he`d Open the Show, be the Main Guest ... ya know ... the Premier thing all great theatre productions have?
smoky: Well, I think I`ve found the Title and Theme music for our musical ..........? Now, I just got to send a litle note to Elton John to ask if he`d Open the Show, be the Main Guest ... ya know ... the Premier thing all great theatre productions have?
smoky: Ye Gads .. I leave you all alone here for a day - and you all go completely bonkers?!
Wonderful riveting story by the way... very good... very very good!
I found a good theatre today for this production, the only problemo is its been condemned by the Fire Chief, and the roof leaks, the carpets he says are highly flammable being just over 400 years old, and there are no fire escapes or alternate forms of escape for the 200 people we could have crammed into the hall, the electricity is also condemned, and the stage curtains refuse to move open or closed - otherwise it`s absolutely perfect.
Looks like I have my work cut out for me....hopefully it doesn't take as long as my house.
I'll need a personal assistant, and I happen to have someone in mind too. She'd be perfect for this sort of project, good with number crunching, cost estimates, procuring materials and other details.
No peeking behind the curtains until the place is done...and it may take a while.
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Enter stage left a dashing Irishman