A Little self written thing, playing around with the welsh accent
Amber Adel
Introducing Teigan
A Little self written thing, playing around with the welsh accent
A Little self written thing, playing around with the welsh accent
updated 2 years ago
A Little self written thing, playing around with the welsh accent
text:
I think I might have been killed by a washing machine. You know, in a past life. Or severely wounded at least; lost a limb, an eye, a finger.
I don't like them, they put me on edge.
They're too noisy, and I think they've got far too much potential
The door could sling off at full speed smashing my skull, breaking my nose and shattering my front teeth. I had braces for a year and a half, I can't have that happen.
The whole thing could explode sending sharp pieces of metal through the air, slicing and dicing me like dauphinoise potatoes. Nuts and bolts pelting at me, puncturing my body making me look like a cheese grater.
Washing machines on full spin are completely unnecessary
I think they've got too much of a complex, personally.
As soon as that pace picks up I'm in the hallway with a fork, a mug, a bag of nuts. It's literally grab what you can, or go without. After that you've got to Bear Grylls it: adapt, improvise, overcome.
That final spin is egotistical. All Ego.
It's the washing machine equivalent of those men who just have to take their shirts off when the UK hits over 20 degrees.
It's simply an 'Oh Look at me. I'm on Full Spin. Do I make you nervous'
Yes, washing machine, the thought of you massacring my body in a technical malfunction, does, in fact, make me nervous.
We are not friends.
Washing machines might live longer with Calgon, but I'm not going to if you explode in my face am I? No.
Other actor, Liamn Burke
The whole episode is 43 minutes long, but after watching this character I really enjoyed her and the story, so copied out my favourite section from it to create a little monologue
Script:
Suit yourselves
Alright look, I like a drink and Roderick likes a drink
So if I’m going over there to feed the cat or whatever we will have a few at his and Mary’s so that’s what might have happened
Happened. That’s what happened but that doesn’t mean... because I know how that might look if people saw me, I know how you’ll twist it. How she will twist it.
So I come out the tube, turn left stop at the shop at the corner of Camway road and I’ve got him his whiskey, there’s a specific type of whiskey he likes he asked me to pick it up for him whilst she was away
I went round and like expecting him to be on his own, but then who answers the door, Mary, and I’m like well talk about a wasted journey like feed your own flaming cat, get your own fucking whiskey what did your last slave die of
But none of that matters, because the thing is Mary, her face is all blown up, and it’s all fat, it’s blue, he’s gone and beaten her right up. But she won’t let us talk about any of that will she Mary, just says ahh no come inside, so
So we go inside and he’s just sitting in the corner where he usually sits, watching the football like nothing’s happened and all he does is he turns to me and says ‘did you get it’ meaning the whiskey and all I do is I’m so angry and I’m still in shock, all I do is nod, like a bloody idiot
Well, he says, Mary’s going to bed in a bit, aren’t you Mary. He’s not asking her, he’s telling her,
Go and get us a couple of glasses and we will have a few, so Mary does what she’s told and I go into the kitchen and I’m looking round and I think
I think - I think I’m not having this not having this. That is my sister
So I’m in the kitchen and I reach up on top of the fridge and get down the poison, the rat poison and I pour myself a whiskey top the bottle back up with the poison, slosh the bottle around a bit then I take it in, take it through and I watch him drink until its done, until the match has finished, until he’s on his knees on the carpet on his knees in front of the sofa he’s all choke-y and spluttery and trying to tell me something wrong, I know something’s fucking wrong mate you deserve it quite frankly because he does fucking deserve it, doesn’t he.
So I just get up, leave him there, turn up the TV and go into Mary’s room and we just get into bed, just lying there for a bit and we haven’t done this since we were little.
Then by all means we begin to hesitate
One is demeaned, scrutinised by tabloid lies
One is lost; every form of pain ignites inside
Fidgets, turns, wide eyes - heavy hearts
Each one of us drained, numb, but still wanting to play our part
There’s still so much to change, more than they’d like to admit
But we’re getting shoved, manhandled for having a candle lit
A vigil poisoned with male violence
All for… a minutes silence
Apparently there's no means for an attack
So we end up walking home with our headphones buried somewhere in our backpack
Dusk or Dawn, a shaken husk, keys drawn
Our hopeful words seem to fail, deflate, roam
There’s a reason we ask our friends to texts us when they're home
‘It’s not all of them’ starts to chime in
But it is, All Women.
Sometimes I really am not sure what happens in my brain when I come up with these things..
Sorry to all gingers that may happen to come across this x
I'm not I Ginger-phobe, I swear
if you would like the transcript of this monologue please scroll down videos a little and you will find it in the bio of my first attempt x
The plays premise is about 2 friends that have taken an evening away to catch up about the woes of their lives, after both losing loved ones.
Was first shown this monologue years back when prepping for drama school auditions. I never ended up doing it, but always remembered it because it always made me chuckle. So here is a spontaneous version
Stay safe x
The Character of Steph from page.34 onwards.
Greg. Sit down, Greg and listen to me for once
This might help you with your next girlfriend
Greg, your hair is thinning – I’m a hair dresser and I should know. You try to hide it pretty well but I can spot it. Two years, that’s what I give it…
I don’t like your eyes, I never have. I think they’re small and piggish and you make it worse by squinting a lot.
Your nose, where do I even begin with your nose? It’s your mums so I should be kind, but hey… your nostrils make me sick and I always have to look up into them because we have the most unimaginative sex that person could ever come up with…
Your teeth are okay – just – I don’t like your lips at all. Your mouth is wide and your lips are way too thick to be sexy and I hate kissing you. This is a shame but it is true, I’ve hated kissing you from almost the first time we did it and that’s really depressing. Your tongue is like this little poker and you move it too fast … and well you get the idea… it sucks.
I’m not going to be so crass as to say too much about your dick because that would put me at your level – being hurtful – but I will say this: you’re way too hairy down there and most girls find that disgusting. It kind of makes me gag. You should be aware of it, anyway, it’s gross. Enough said.
This monologue is on page.90 from the character Dr James
I haven't uploaded to my channel in so long, so it is about time. I wanted to do this monologue because The Effect was the first play I saw in theatre that properly made me cry and it was more or less this monologue that did it! Please have a read of the play, it's pretty good and if you get the chance to see it in theatre, do!
All we are is this three pound lump of jelly. But it’s not necessarily me is it? I want to be happy. I want to work hard. I want to not shout out swear works on the street. I want to sleep. It must know this. It must want that too. If it’s me. But. Here I am, where my father held me on a climbing frame and I can see my shoes on the bar. Here, how much I like meringue. Here’s my respiration control. Here’s my impulse to kill myself. Here is my controlling that impulse. ‘You’re disgusting. And you’re only going to get more disgusting. It’s too late. This all gets worse and you can’t even cope with now’. Shhh. Let’s not. ‘You’re like your mother’. It’s too hard. Other people manage! And still. ‘You can’t do anything. You can’t work, well you could but you’re lazy. This is the best you’re capable of looking now and it’s shit and you’re decaying. Look at your teeth. And everything everyone says about you is right. And you’re weak and you’re a coward and you’ve ruined people’s lives. And you should have done it a long time ago and you never will now’. Just put some clothes on then we’ll go from there. It would be better.’ Just put on some pants. Then we’ll deal with the next bit. Just do that. ‘It would be better just to stop’. But people love you. No they don’t. Even the people who love you hate you because you’re hurting the person they love. Why can’t you stop?
But decided to do this little bit I wrote to camera, groundbreaking.
More or less a little summary of my year to round the year off. chinchin all, heres to 2019!
Character, Harriet
I don’t want it to be summer when she dies. Winter’s easier, everyone’s all bundled up rushing around busy and no one has to ask you, you don’t ‘get asked’
But in the summer you’re supposed to be happy, aren’t you? People being happy. You can’t wear your scarf anymore. Couples all over the place, all being new with each other, all happy and new…
I’m losing it. Quite successfully. Doesn’t matter. It’s not about me.
I don’t know… I just…
You know when you take the washing out the machine and you’ve left the basket somewhere else so you have to carry it all up the stairs in your arms. And it’s quite a big pile and I can’t see where my feet are on the steps cause it’s so big and I’m slow, but then one sock falls off the top of the pile and I bend down to pick it up but while I’m doing that something else falls off and I can’t seem to pick each thing up without dropping something else and then before I know it I’ve tripped up a step and there’s washing all over the floor. Expect it’s not washing, it’s me, all over the floor
And I’ve got this stupid eczema or something on the backs of my hand, keep itching all the time. I’ve never had eczema before. I can’t get on with my life because I’m feeling all the time. Keep crying. Josh thinks I need to ‘go to talk to someone’ which just makes me think, what the fuck are you there for then? I don’t know what I’m going to do
It hurts behind my eyes. My mouth keeps tasting of blood but it’s not bleeding gums. God this stupid eczema
You know, I went to mums the other day, just to check up on her and stuff. Walked in and she’s sat in the coffin. Idle of the living room floor and she’s watching ‘Have I Got News For You’ and she’s laughing. Sitting in it, laughing and I just thought, I can’t cope with this. I can’t do this. I was looking at her and I missed her.
I’ve thought about your offer and I have to say no
You see, I find I am a suffragette after all
You told me no one listens to girls like me, well I can’t have that anymore. All my life I’ve been respectful, done what men told me. I know better now
I’m worth no more, no less than you
Mrs Pankhurst once said that if it’s right for men to fight for their freedom, then it’s right for women to fight for theirs
If the law says I can’t see my soon, I will fight to change that law
We’re both foot soldiers in our own way, both fighting for our cause
I won’t betray mine, would you betray yours? If you thought I would, you were wrong about me
What gave you the right to stand in the middle of a riot and watch women being beaten and do nothing? You’re a hypocrite
The law means nothing to me. I’ve had no say in making the law
We break windows, we burns things, because war is the only language men listen to, because you’ve beaten us and betrayed us and there is nothing else left
What are you going to do? Lock us all up? We’re in every home, we’re half the human race. You can’t stop us all.
I’m readying myself
Yes, I’m excited about growing bigger and getting scans and yes giving birth as well of course but its going to be painful and uncomfortable and my feelings, my thoughts are going to be all over the place
And I’ve got anxiety about that. Of course I do
I’ll stretch and expand became a house, my breasts will swell, ache, hurt like hell then get drained and lose their shape forever
My, you know, my
I mean
That’s bound to change with what it has to go through
Have you ever seen a real birth? It’s not like TV. Its blood and shit and mess and I’ll be torn and bruised like I’ve gone under a truck
This must be how a caterpillar feels as it cocoons itself
And a few weeks ago you said about planting trees. Do you know? I do. How many tress would have to plant to counteract the...
I did some maths. How many plane trips? London to New York
2550
I could fly to New York and back, every day for 7 years and still not leave a carbon footprint as big as if I have a child
10,000 tonnes of CO2. That’s the weight of the Eiffel Tower. I’d be giving birth to the Eiffel Tower
And if we had a second it doesn’t just double because the chances of them reproducing and how many they might have and how many their children’s children might have, that goes up exponentially
There is no incentive to save lives right now, to cure AIDS or whatever, to keep people alive, what we need is the planet to purge us, fucking drown us, burn us, cull everyone by about 2/3
Fuck recycling or electric cars, fuck energy efficient light bulbs, unless thoughtful people like us stop making babies the world is totally fucking fucked
Videographer/Director Alex Bull
Videographer: Aaron Cooper
Performed by Third Year Theatre & Drama Students in May 2015 for our final module of our degree. Performed at the University of South Wales;.
Directed by Phil Mackenzie.
Looking at Isobel and Armstrong's relationship; exploring Armstrong's obsession with Isobel's spine malformation. Isobel played by Alice Downing; Armstrong played by Amber Pullen; and Roget played by Duncan Hallis
I hope you enjoy!
I know my friend shows this to his students every so often, Hi Mr Fisher