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The Lonely Man on the London Underground The Play Brendon Thearle 2015

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First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight with you, then you win. - Mahatma Gandhi

The key to a successful life is not by following what society tells you to do, but what you do to tell society that you have succeeded. Hard times can come and go, you get up and you fall, but you can never give up - The Man

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I was inspired to write this play when I discovered a certain Irish playwright known as Samuel Beckett, his strange choice of writing a story intrigued me, and this is my take into the weird and wonderful world of Samuel Beckett… - Brendon Thearle

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This one man play takes place on a London Underground train via the Piccadilly line from Knightsbridge to King’s Cross St. Pancras. The stage is blacked out, an announcement is played Announcer: “This is Knightsbridge. This is a Piccadilly line service to Cockfosters”

The stage lights up where we see a row of seats with no one on them, we then see a man coming onto the train. He is dressed in ragged clothing and very tacky hair. He sits down on one of the seats and acknowledges the other people (i.e. the audience), the sound of doors closing and the train departing. There is awkward silence, the only noise that can be heard is the train heading towards its next destination Announcer: “The next station is Hyde Park Corner. This is a Piccadilly line service to Cockfosters”

The man starts looking around the train. He then looks at the other people. Awkward silence still consumes the train Announcer: “This is Hyde Park Corner. This is a Piccadilly line service to Cockfosters”

No one exists and no one enters. The sound of doors closing and the train departing to the next station The man looks around the train Man: “No one using the Tube today, eh?” (Awkward laugh)

No answer from anyone. The man just stares into the open The doors close Announcer: “The next station is Green Park. Change for the Victoria and Jubilee lines. This is a Piccadilly line service to Cockfosters. The next station has step-free access” Man: (Giggles) “I’m always fascinated by these announcers, how many times they have to record themselves saying the same stuff over and over and over again. Wouldn’t you agree?” (Silence) “I’m always surprised by how they manage to keep the tube running. Trains whizzing past like there is no tomorrow, stopping only for a few seconds then having to go to their next port of call. I just wish that they could just stop and take it easy, Play – © 2015 Thearle Publications

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the next station is not going anywhere, there’s always time to do the little things that make life a little bit happier… but… that’s just simply how the world works, never ending… never stopping” Announcer: “This is Green Park. Change for the Victoria and Jubilee lines. This is a Piccadilly line service to Cock—fosters. This station has step-free access”

The man scratches his forehead. The doors close Announcer: “The next station is Piccadilly line. Change for the Baker Street line. This is a Piccadilly line service to Cockfosters” Man: “How they look at you. It’s fascinating what can be going on inside their heads when they see you entering the station, all ragged, tacky and bulky. How they judge you just because you look different. Seeing the destination imprinted on your forehead and the conscious driving you to your next big decision” Announcer: “The—“ Man: “Why do people judge? Why can they judge the way I’ve heard them say it?”

Brakes start hissing Announcer: “The next—next—“ Man: “Why can people be so cruel when they just see an elongated bulk of heavy metal on wheels passing by? Is that all they can see?”

Braked hiss even more, then a sudden stop Announcer: “This is Piccadilly Circus. Change for the Bakerloo line. This is a Piccadilly line service to Cock—fosters”

The doors close. The man scratches his forehead Announcer: “The next station is Leicester Square. Change for the Northern line. This is a

(beep) line service to Cockfosters. This station has step-free access” Announcer: “This is Leicester Square. Change for the Northern line. This is a Piccadilly line train to Cockfosters”

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Announcer: “The next station is Covent Garden. This is a Piccadilly line train to Genesis” Man: “Oh, Covent Garden! Covent Garden is so wonderful, my parents took me there when I was about seven, I had a wonderful time there in the market…”

A sound can be heard of a gun being shot. The man stares into nothingness Announcer: “Foster—“ Man: “I can remember the wonderful times my parents and I used to have…”

A sound can be heard of an ambulance and a child crying Announcer: “Fosters—“ Man: “I ran…”

A sound can be heard of a man shouting out: “Come back here!” Man: “I ran away…”

A sound can be heard of a man shouting out: “You stupid boy!”, and a sound of a slap and a child crying Man: “As far away…”

A sound can be heard of another slap and the child crying Announcer: “Next—next—next—next—next—next—next—next—next… This is Covent Garden. This is a Genesis line service to God”

The doors close. The man scratches his forehead Announcer: “The next station is Holborn. Change for the Central line. This is a Picca-- line service to Cock--” Man: “The key to a successful life is not by following what society tells you to do, but what you do to tell society that you have succeeded. Hard times can come and go, you get up and you fall, but you can never give up” Announcer: “This is Holborn. Change for the Central line. This is a Piccadilly line service to Cockfosters”

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The doors close. The man scratches his forehead Announcer: “The next station is Russell Square. You are nearing the end pf your journey. This is a Piccadilly line service to Cockfosters” Announcer: “This is Russell—“

Doors open and then close suddenly. Silence, lights dim. The man scratches his forehead Man: “They were gunned down in Covent Garden… both of them were gunned down in the market at Covent Garden. I saw red roses splatter on the stoned floor grounds. I did not scream nor cry. I was picked up and taken to a foster home, an abusive man stood guard of the foster home. The abusive man would come into every boy’s room in the cover of the black night. Removing every piece of clothing and the protection of the bedsheets that protected them from such horrors, including mine. The thrusting, slapping, shouting and hitting… I ran… I ran away… Many years after, I worked in a prestigious office in one of the busiest areas of London… Knightsbridge, and now, I have aged, married a loving caring husband and enjoyed the remainder of my life in peace and solitude in retirement. Strange and different I may seem than that of the norm, all ragged, tacky, bulky and different… But I picked myself back up and carried onto my next destination” Announcer: “This is King’s Cross St. Pancras. You may now cross”

The man stands up and is about to leave, he stops, turns round back to the other people Man: “You know… just because I wear these ragged clothes don’t necessarily mean I’m poor, and even though I may like someone of my same sex, it doesn’t mean I’m sick. It may be different than the social norm… but the social norm needs to accept the way I am. The social norm needs to accept the way we all are…”

He turns back round Voice: “Welcome, my son… to the new Genesis”

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Did you know? That this play and short story was only written in a span of 2 hours in one whole day, finalizing it took almost a week…

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