STILL WAITING FECKOT
a tragedy in one act
Estragon sitting on a mound in an empty building site
Enter Vladimir
ESTRAGON: Let's go
VLADIMIR: We can't
ESTRAGON: Why not?
VLADIMIR: It's not been built
ESTRAGON: So we must wait?
VLADIMIR: They said by the shop
ESTRAGON: What is it?
VLADIMIR: I don't know. A Sainsburys
They move towards the shop
VLADIMIR: Perhaps it's not the season
ESTRAGON: It should have been built by now
VLADIMIR: They didn't say for sure it would
ESTRAGON: And if it isn't built?
VLADIMIR: We'll come back tomorrow
ESTRAGON: Possibly
VLADIMIR: And so on
ESTRAGON: You're sure it was today?
VLADIMIR: They said the summer. I think.
ESTRAGON: But what summer? And is it not now approaching Autumn?
VLADIMIR: (
looking wildly about him, as though the date was inscribed in the landscape) it's
ESTRAGON: or winter
Enter Levy holding a leash, on the end of which is Glaston who now enters himself
ESTRAGON: (
gestures towards Levy) Maybe they know when it'll be finished
VLADIMIR: (
to Levy) What time does the stadium open?
LEVY: Have you not done tormenting me with your accursed time! It's abominable!
When! When! One day, is that not enough for you, one day he went dumb,
one day I went blind, one day we'll go deaf, one day we were born,
one day we shall die, the same day, the same second, is that not enough
for you? They give birth astride of a grave, we made the quarters once
then to shite once more. Hey pig! (Levy looks panickingly towards Glaston) don't put on that hat!
Glaston puts on hat
GLASTON: Given the existence as uttered force in the public records of Harringey council
of a spurs stadium I'll take IS for Kane over might do for Lukakuakuakua if
taken to the cleaners for Lukakuakuakuas fee outside time without extension
from the heights of top four big four fourth placed trophy football American football...
VLADIMIR: (
over the droning of Glaston) I can't take much more of this.
ESTRAGON: Well? Shall we go?
VLADIMIR: Pull on your trousers
ESTRAGON: You want me to pull off my trousers?
VLADIMIR: Where is the noose?
Vladimir and Estragon hang themselves one after the other as Glaston continues on