Excerpt from the Bunker
Just to prove I am doing something …
Dictator: Mr President.
Leader: Mr Presi … no, wait, it’s not is it? Ah, I’m so sorry, I’ve forgotten again, I’ve been told a thousand times, New Zealand, sheep, dairy, Lord of the Rings and now? No, don’t tell me, it’s … er … it’s … Prime Minister, yes?
Dictator: No sir, it’s (Deputy Prime Minister).
Dictator: Deputy Prime Minister.
Dictator: Yes sir.
Leader: I’m talking to the Deputy.
Leader: I was under the impression that I would be meeting the Prime Minister.
Dictator: She sends her apologies sir (but the Prime Minister) …
Leader: It’s very unusual, it’s not like I’m from some two bit pacific island that no has ever heard about …
Dictator: She is very sorry sir, but as this isn’t an official state visit, then the Prime Minister would like the arrangement to be as discreet as possible.
Dictator: Yes sir, she feels that it would be inappropriate for you both (to be involved) …
Leader: She wants to keep her hands clean?
Dictator: In a manner of speaking.
Leader: Deputy Prime Minister. I’m so used to saying General these days … Prime Minister, it’s almost quaint …
© Sonal Patel, 2007
And for those of you who were at the reading in December – this is all takes place on page 3 … yes, that’s right, all the stuff before it is gone. Shit, I still have a whole play to write by the end of tomorrow!
Back into the bunker!