A simple sketch that I wrote some time ago and have used in a variety of settings. It looks at our responsibility to pass on the good news that has been passed on to us... 2 actors in track bottoms, running shoes and sweat shirts stand on stage looking at an 8 inch aluminium baton. A: What is it? B: I’m telling you I don’t know... I can’t even remember where I got it from... A: Maybe its for looking through... a telescope that’s lost its lenses..? B: Or how about a hi-tech truncheon... for keeping the peasants in order? A: Or an objet d’art... an artistic curiosity... B: Yes... A nominee for the Turner Prize A: Just look at the clean lines, B: The unpretentious unity of form A: Summing up the three-dimensional linearity of life A & B: No.... B: A reject from a boomerang factory... (throws baton off stage) Sorry Missus... (A goes to get it & comes back pretending to be a dog holding the baton in mouth) A: (Taking it out of his mouth) A stick for a higher class of dog to fetch..
Dialogues, monologues, sketches, poems, rants, theological and liturgical bits and bobs and miscellaneous other verbal doodles...