Quelques Fleur (NHB Modern Plays)
By Liz Lochhead
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Verena and her oilman husband are childless, and their marriage is unravelling. In two intercut monologues which take place over the course of a year, we enter the hearts of each of them in turn.
Liz Lochhead
Liz Lochhead was born in Motherwell in 1947. While studying at the Glasgow School of Art she began to write seriously, gradually losing her way with her initial dream of becoming a painter. Her first book of poetry, Memo for Spring, was published in 1972 and sold 5,000 copies. The Scottish-Canadian Writers Exchange Fellowship,1978–9, marked her transition to full-time writer. She has since published several plays and poetry collections including A Choosing and most recently Fugitive Colours. Liz Lochhead was Scots Makar from 2011–2016.
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Quelques Fleur (NHB Modern Plays) - Liz Lochhead
QUELQUES FLEURS
Quelques Fleurs – in a slightly different form from the text here printed – was first produced by Nippy Sweeties Theatre Company at the Assembly Rooms, Edinburgh Festival Fringe, on 10 August 1991. The cast was as follows:
Characters
VERENA
DEREK
Note
The set for this play is two isolated spots, one containing an armchair, rug and coffee table bearing, initially, a small imitation silver Christmas tree (Verena’s home); the other a double InterCity seat and table (Derek’s ‘Rattler’ train). Verena’s costume changes indicate her passing year. Verena’s scenes span from 24 December 1990 till 23 December 1991, the date of Derek’s single journey – shown backwards from drunk till sober and measured by a dwindling mountain of beer cans – from his Aberdeen home to Glasgow.
Scene One 24th December 1990
At home, VERENA on Christmas Eve.
VERENA. His Mother’s a problem. Always has been. I don’t know what she wants. (Pause.)
Take last year, racked my brains, no help from Him as per usual, left to Him we’d end up getting a bottle of Baileys, a gift voucher and a petted lip all through Christmas dinner! Anyway I done my best, lovely wee lambswool cardi, sortofa mauvish, a blueish mauvey no pinkish, nothing too roary, not my taste but then I’m not seventy-four in February. Self-covered buttons, none of your made-in-Hong-Kongs. So. I goes into the top drawer of her tallboy looking for clean guest towels for her toilet and there it is. Still done up in the blinking glitterwrap the following November! Says she’s keeping it for a special occasion. I felt like saying Where do you think you’re going, your age, crippled with arthritis? But I bit my tongue.
Thing is too, only the week before – well, He was home at the time, you know, one of His weeks off – and we’d went to the bother of driving over there, and we’d picked her up in the car and we’d took her along with us to our Stephen’s engagement party – aye, My Mother’s losing her baby at last – well, anyway we thought His Mother would be company for My Mother while the young ones discoed. Plus it would be a wee night out for her. And naturally it was an occasion for the glad rags, Big Night for The Wee Brother exetra – even Our Joy had made somewhat of an effort. Good appearance, my sister, I’ll admit that. If she bothered. I says to her: Listen, Joy, I hope you have not bankrupted yourself paying through the nose to get that wee costume on tick, I says (because it’s a false economy yon Provident cheques and whatnot, you know!). I says: Joy, I’m sure I could’ve gave you a loan of something perfectly acceptable to put on. Because I’ve got the odd silky trouser and matching top, several dressy wee frocks jist hinging there since the last time I wis down at ten-below-target…
Anyway I was telling you about His Mother: we get there, she takes her coat off and, honest-to-God, I could of wept.
I says to her, I says: What’s up wi your wee lambswool cardigan, wee brooch on the collar and you’d have been gorgeous? She says: Och I thought I’d let my hair down, you’re