Panto! Page #2
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- 2012
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See ya.
You hadn't forgotten, had you, Dad?
Behave.
Have you seen Chesney Hawkes?
No, babe.
OK. I can do this.
I'm a pro.
Er! Argh! Aarrgghh!
What do you think of my costume?
You look like a knobhead.
Ta. It's all part
of being in a panto.
You're all knobs.
Who do you think you're talking to?
Show some respect. I'm your dad
and this is a serious place of work.
All right, Greg. This is our Paul.
All right?
All right.
You off to do your scenes?
Yeah! Ugh!
Look at that. You see that?
I'm a bloody artist.
How am I supposed to work
with substandard costumes?!
Come on.
Da-dah! How good is this?
Meet pop sensation and all-round
nice guy Chesney Hawkes.
Ches, this is our Paul.
All right? What happened to you?
Just a little slip. Chesney had the
20th most-bought song in the whole
of the 1990s. Oh, nice one.
Do you sing on the show?
He does, once or twice.
Four times.
I do write other stuff as well.
You should get my dad
to play it on his radio show.
Er... Yeah... Well, er...
"Act-one beginners,
come to stage, please."
Hear that? That means
rehearsals are about to begin.
I'm not thick, Dad. I was in
Dracula Spectacular at school.
I know. Sorry I couldn't make it but
it was Children In Need week at work.
And he had to sit in
a bath of beans for 48 hours.
Your mum said
you were really good at it.
Yeah, and she said the children
got what they needed most.
You in a bath of beans.
Johnny, this my lad Paul.
Good afternoon, young man.
Come to see your father treading
the illustrious boards? Sort of.
Sit in the front and I'll throw
some of these in your direction.
I'm not allowed to eat
sweets from a strange man.
I am bit an ordinary man
who trained at RADA.
And now finds himself
in ladies' clothing, false b*obs
and a pink wig, scraping to earn
a living. That's OK, then.
As you were.
You met Tamsin before.
Oh, god! He's so adorable.
Ah!
Your dad told me all about you.
Don't say that.
He'll be thinking that I like him.
What's your dad like, eh, Paul?
I love him really.
Miss Tamsin!
Get her, please.
I'm in demand. Missing you already.
Come on, darling.
It was only a matter of time.
You're going out with a dick.
That's not funny.
Come on.
Every city in every nation
From Lake Geneva
to the Finland Station
In a West End town,
a dead-end world
East End boys and West End girls
In a West End town,
a dead-end world
East End boys and West End girls
West End girls
West End girls
Now I'm back in Old London Town,
I'd best go find my West End girl.
And bring in the curtain.
Get off!
Ah! Cue Lewis!
Hiya, boys and girls!
Hey! Old London Town
is overrun by rats. If you see any
raisins, don't eat them, will you?
Er, sorry, sweetpea. We seem
to have skipped a page. Page six?
That's where I was
gonna do some stand-up.
Yep, I know, lovely,
but we do open tonight.
I need to see something,
even if it's not scripted.
It's audience stuff.
What's your name?
Where are you from?
Who cut your hair?
Well, OK. OK. Hit me with it.
You what?
We'll take it from your entrance.
Yes. Um-hmm?
Now... # West End girls
And Tamsin off.
And cue Lewis.
Yes.
Hiya, boys and girls.
How are you diddling?
Eh? Are you standing proud?
Sorry. Am I missing something?
That's me catchphrase on the radio.
It's Lewis Loud! Are you
standing proud? Kids'll love it.
OK. What then?
Then a bit of banter.
Uh-uh! Show don't tell.
Hiya, son. What's your name?
Francis.
Where have you come from, Francis?
Cambridge. Well, on the outskirts.
It's a long way to come for a panto.
I don't think it'll be that good.
Only joking. Have you
come with your mum and dad?
They're both dead.
Look, call me old fashioned, Lewis,
but I think we need
something scripted here.
To be fair, Francis,
I don't think there'll be
many kids coming with dead parents.
Oh, really? Well, we may
have children from orphanages.
Or care homes.
We may even have refugees.
Let's not open old wounds because
you have no material. Next scene.
Hmm?
Who likes sweeties?
Throw the sweets. Throw the sweets.
Turn to Dick.
Er, hang on a minute, lovelies.
Two tics.
Di, can he throw sweets
at the audience?
I'm thinking health and safety.
Throw bloody fireworks at them
as far as I'm concerned.
Just give them a good show.
Right. Carry on, please, Johnny.
Turn to Dick.
Well, hello!
Allow me to introduce myself.
I'm Dolly the Cook.
London born and bred.
And when I say "bred,"
I don't mean I'm full of dough.
Turn to audience, small titter.
I don't remember that.
There wasn't a titter in the script.
It's timing, darling.
Isn't that right, Johnny?
Yes, dear. Something
I learned at the Old Vic
in my early years
working with Sir John Gielgud.
"Rehearse the character, rehearse
the audience, rehearse the play."
You don't spend a season
under dear old Johnny G
and not know where your gaps are.
Oh, right. So, what do you
think of my new dress?
I went shopping but the only
thing that fitted was a cubicle.
Laugh, laugh, laugh.
Now, you might have met my eldest.
Jack the Lad!
Are you standing proud?
I know I don't look old enough.
Come on, you're not
over the hill yet, mam.
No, but I've got a pretty good view.
Smallish laugh.
Walking towards Johnny.
Turns to audience.
Says line.
speak your stage directions?
It's bloody annoying.
When you're up,
hold the rail until your cue.
Let go, down she pops, hmm?
Sweetheart, I once bungeed off the
Tyne Bridge for Donkeys In Crisis.
This is chicken feed. Send me up.
Well, what do you think?
I have good fun. And, no, I don't
have a problem pronouncing my Fs.
Sorry, did you say you were
a Cock-er-ney? Not many, uncle!
Strike a light! Why do you ask?
I thought you was Norwegian.
Why?
Cos you got a face like a Norse.
Laugh, laugh, laugh.
You'll be lucky.
Better not stand
too near the orchestra pit.
The only pit
I want to fall on is Brad.
Now, that will get a laugh.
What's Angelina got that I haven't?
More to the point,
what have I go that she hasn't?
Wink. Big laugh. More like it.
Do they work you hard
in the kitchen? Oh, yes, non stop.
In fact, you could say
that they work her...
9 To 5.
Tumble out of bed
and I stumble to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup of ambition
Yawn and stretch
and try to come alive
Oh!
Jump in the shower
Out on the street
The folks like me
on the job from 9 to 5
Working 9 to 5
What a way to make a living
Barely getting by
It's all taking and no giving
They just use your mind
But they never give you credit
crazy if you let it
The little...
9 to 5
For service and devotion
You would
Think that I
Would deserve a fair promotion
Want to move ahead
Get that little sod dancing?
I can't hear you.
Get that litter sod dancing.
Di?
Get the dwarf to bloody dance!
Argh!
Oh!
I'm OK. I'm OK.
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