Mumbling Into The Void (slight return)

  (This was something written very quickly as a reply to how the December 2019 election went. There was a show, arranged by Siobhan Noble, at Liverpool Arts Bar on Hope Street, the Saturday after Thursday's election - the idea being that people would create something to reflect on how they felt about the election. However it had gone. The show obviously arranged before the vote, the intention being to respond immediately. I hadn't felt I'd have anything to say so demurred. And on the Friday morning felt that I definitely had something to say after all. Wrote it in one sitting, emailed it over at exactly the point that Siobhan's brother Mike, who has performed in many west end shows, had spoken to her to say he was coming up and did she maybe have a monologue he could deliver? He was excellent. Here it is.) A Manifesto For The Morning After You know what? I’ve got nothing Absolutely nothing I’ve no idea what to say, no idea what I’m supposed to say I’m fifty-six years ol

(Here's the idea. Here's what the idea was. I wanted to write something political, something current, something that could sum up the state of the country mid-Brexit, mid-Covid. Something that could show up the stupidity, criminality and corruption of the Johnson led Tory party. Something that could be performed quickly, filmed and set out in the world. I was looking for a name to use, trying to get a path to the great David Morrissey. And there were other, less well known but obviously excellent actors who expressed an interest in performing this.  But, two days after finishing writing a piece that took ten days and ran to 80 A4 pages - in 'Courier 12pt font, obviously - Johnson went ahead and did something more stupid, more criminally inept than he'd managed to date. Then went on to repeat that course of action on a daily basis. And suddenly the whole thing was outdated. And who's going to spend time learning and performing something that's already been left b