Conservative Humour and Mad Men

By Eberekpe Ogho

Should they make themselves occupants of the burst they have over stretched and beaten with labour to the point of tear while we have lost the substance that had made us tick over these many years? Cast them into hell and let us joy in the heaven that had time before now we have been graced! Better for us all to seek the friendship of this recently yoked than these pests and nuisance who try to crawl all over the freshness. The Big Society is for the few and for the many, what do you dare to wait?
The whispering voices from the loft were loud enough for them not to hear, they knew they had to decide quickly.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Sep 15, 2011
• ISBN: 9781462053711

Eberekpe Ogho

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Contents

Also by the author

Cast

Prologue

The Act 1

Scene i

Scene ii

Act 11

Scene i

Scene ii

Scene iii

Scene iv

Act 111

Scene i

Scene ii

Scene iii

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Abule Oje

Evwri El-Rustic

Baby Ps,

The Ink; My Pen

Songs of Hearts

London!

How Not To Be Depressed!

Black Britain

Sacred

Number Tense Dawning Strict

For you, my son, ‘Ovie, yet again, for you, my son.

Cast

Four men in a spacious dirty one room apartment in a nine room mansion, all shabbily dressed and hiding from what they suspect are ghosts.

Prologue

The voice of a narrator can be heard and other voices in complaint and ploy.

The Act 1

Scene i

Voices: [Musical tones]

Big Society! Big Society! Big Society!

We are marching on, on and on

To the society we ha’e always dreamt of;

To a society so big an expanse

Only for the wise and wanted?

The big society you were promised,

The big society we are gi’ing you the opportunity to build,

And you must build.

Big Society! Big Society! Big Society!

[Chorus]

Cut! Cut! Cut!

To prune, we must rejoice!

Only good fruits should we allow to be on the trees!

Cut! Cut! Cut!

The conser’atory trees,

We must march on!

Big Society! Big Society! Cut! Big Society!

Narrator: [A visible lipless mouth is speaking]

This society, this broken society, this society we all must join together to build again, which we must make big and bigger! The one they destroyed, did they not? And the ’ery one we must come together as we ha’e always done to reclaim before we are made subjects who can no longer lay claim to this once a wonderful society that we once cherished!

Voice: Your society or our society!

Narrator: Our society, the ’ery one we lost to those inept?

Voices: [Chorus]

Big Society! Big Society! Big Society!

[A tiny voice and other voices can be heard from a far distance]

A Child’s Tiny Voice: Papa…

Man’s Voice: What? You are not in school?

A Child’s Tiny Voice: School? I stopped when you came home that you lost your substance.

Man’s Voice: Did you? Alright, join the team.

A Child’s Tiny Voice: Team, papa? What team? Does it ha’e a name?

Man’s Voice: Yes, the team of those who stay at home because we ha’e to watch how the Big Society de’elops. The Big Society Team, which is engineered by this clueless de-facto?

Voices: [Chorus]

Cut! Cut! Cut!

A Child’s Tiny Voice: I am hungry, mama.

Woman’s Voice: Not yet.

A Child’s Tiny Voice: Why, I am hungry!

Voices: [Chorus]

Big Society! Big Society! Big Society!

A Child’s Tiny Voice: [Hysterical]

Mama! I am hungry!

Voices: [Chorus]

Big Society! Big Society! Big Society!

A Child’s Tiny Voice: Mama, what are they ranting about?

Voices: [Chorus]

Big Society! Big Society! Big Society! The society is too big, we ha’e to make it small!

A Child’s Tiny Voice: Mama, what’s going on?

Woman’ Voice: The food has to be rationed, so you ha’e to wait for your brother to be home first so that you can eat together.

A Child’s Tiny Voice: When did that start, papa?

Voices: [Chorus]

Cut! Cut! Cut!

[Male Child’s voice walks in. He is shabbily dressed and looks dirty by suggestion. His eyes wide open; he stares at everything and everybody]

Man’s Voice: Hey! Young man, where ha’e you