August 29, 2006

One Side of a Conversation Overheard in a Cafe

CAST: A WOMAN, in her mid-thirties. You wouldn't say she had a face that looked like ten miles of bad road. You'd say three
miles. Five, max.

SET: The back garden of a cafe in Rathmines, Dublin. Plastic lawn furniture with umbrealla is scatterred through the space, the awning drawn up against the rain.

[A mobile phone rings and is answered. Entire conversation to be hollered down the phone, rather than spoken into it.]

Hello? Hello? Stephen? Stephen.

You're bollucks drunk again.

You're pissed.

And you're drink driving.

I said you're pissed.

Where are ya?

You're in the car. You're driving in town? You're pissed, I said.

Listen: Get out of the car and go down to Sister Clonsillia's, will ya? Sort yourself out. Don't ever call me again.


Posted by Diablevert at August 29, 2006 04:26 PM

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