Post by Count Überquart on Nov 1, 2006 19:03:35 GMT
A*, supposedly.
Dramatic Monologue
It’s been a long night. I walked the length and breadth of the city lookin’ for what I’m wantin’. It’s nearly three o’clock in the am now, an’ the last thin’ I’m wantin’ is to sleep. This flat ain’t suitable for livin’ anyway, I’m told, I’d be better off on the streets. Sleepin’ rough, they call it, well, this is fine rough enough for me anyhow. I got my rats for company an’ that’s all I need.
You’re the first I spoke to in days, little fella, where are the rest of you lot? Them folks upstairs ain’t been putting down no poison fer you, ‘ave they? I remember last time they did that I lost a ‘ole bunch o’ little friends. Droppin’ like flies, you were. I tried to complain. I just got a door slammed in my face.
Talkin’ o’ doors, I damn near got knocked down by a bus tonigh’. Damn driver weren’t lookin’ where ‘e was goin’, probably di’n’t expect to see a fella on the motorway. I was wearin’ black, mind, mebbe I weren’t clear to ‘im.
Have to wear black in my line, don’t I? Can’t be seen when I’m out doin’ what I do. ‘sa blessin’ I ain’t been caught, gotta believe there’s som’in’ out there lookin’ out fer me. A guardian angel, or one of ‘em whatsamajigs.
I don’t know, little fella, I probably ain’t worthy of a guardian nothin’, but don’t get me wrong, I do try. I never meant to ‘urt no one. I jus’ can’t control mysel’. Oh, I wish I could. I ‘ate to ‘ear the screamin’, I really do.
Do you ever wish you were a normal person, little fella? I know I do. ‘Ere, I got some cheese for you. I found it in a dustbin in a back alley. I thought you might like it. I’m sure it’s good… There, you like that, don’ you?
Yeah, I wish I was normal, with a job an’ a wife. Don’ you? What am I sayin’? O’ course you don’. You got your own rat wife an’ rat kids. Why am I keepin’ you ‘ere? You get back to your family, little fella, an’ take ‘em some o’ that cheese.
‘Ello, fella, your ‘ome is that way. What you goin’ there for? Why don’ you come talk to me little fella? Should I tell you ‘bout a folks I met today? They were right snobby they were. They looked down on me like som’in’ the cat dragged in… oh, sorry little fella. Cats are a no-go with you, ain’t they.
Hey, little fella, where you off? Ok, go, go down your ‘ole. No one ever wants to talk to mad old Seville Durrs.
Ah, that girl was a beaut’, though. 14 years of age, and so innocen’ I could smell it. I’m sorry fer what I did. I know you say I’ll never learn. I do learn, Seville, I just can’t help myself, you know that.
Yeah, Seville, I know that.
Dramatic Monologue
It’s been a long night. I walked the length and breadth of the city lookin’ for what I’m wantin’. It’s nearly three o’clock in the am now, an’ the last thin’ I’m wantin’ is to sleep. This flat ain’t suitable for livin’ anyway, I’m told, I’d be better off on the streets. Sleepin’ rough, they call it, well, this is fine rough enough for me anyhow. I got my rats for company an’ that’s all I need.
You’re the first I spoke to in days, little fella, where are the rest of you lot? Them folks upstairs ain’t been putting down no poison fer you, ‘ave they? I remember last time they did that I lost a ‘ole bunch o’ little friends. Droppin’ like flies, you were. I tried to complain. I just got a door slammed in my face.
Talkin’ o’ doors, I damn near got knocked down by a bus tonigh’. Damn driver weren’t lookin’ where ‘e was goin’, probably di’n’t expect to see a fella on the motorway. I was wearin’ black, mind, mebbe I weren’t clear to ‘im.
Have to wear black in my line, don’t I? Can’t be seen when I’m out doin’ what I do. ‘sa blessin’ I ain’t been caught, gotta believe there’s som’in’ out there lookin’ out fer me. A guardian angel, or one of ‘em whatsamajigs.
I don’t know, little fella, I probably ain’t worthy of a guardian nothin’, but don’t get me wrong, I do try. I never meant to ‘urt no one. I jus’ can’t control mysel’. Oh, I wish I could. I ‘ate to ‘ear the screamin’, I really do.
Do you ever wish you were a normal person, little fella? I know I do. ‘Ere, I got some cheese for you. I found it in a dustbin in a back alley. I thought you might like it. I’m sure it’s good… There, you like that, don’ you?
Yeah, I wish I was normal, with a job an’ a wife. Don’ you? What am I sayin’? O’ course you don’. You got your own rat wife an’ rat kids. Why am I keepin’ you ‘ere? You get back to your family, little fella, an’ take ‘em some o’ that cheese.
‘Ello, fella, your ‘ome is that way. What you goin’ there for? Why don’ you come talk to me little fella? Should I tell you ‘bout a folks I met today? They were right snobby they were. They looked down on me like som’in’ the cat dragged in… oh, sorry little fella. Cats are a no-go with you, ain’t they.
Hey, little fella, where you off? Ok, go, go down your ‘ole. No one ever wants to talk to mad old Seville Durrs.
Ah, that girl was a beaut’, though. 14 years of age, and so innocen’ I could smell it. I’m sorry fer what I did. I know you say I’ll never learn. I do learn, Seville, I just can’t help myself, you know that.
Yeah, Seville, I know that.
