Obiter Productions presents an inclusive pantomime in one act.
The cast:
Dick: A humble solicitor who dreams of bigger things
Corbie: A cat who just dreams
Woolfiona: The dame
Campanological chorus: Bells, mobile phones, car alarms, mayoral candidates etc etc
Scene 1: A solicitors’ office on the edge of LONDON, a town in Merrie England. Dick is hard at work at his desk
CHORUS (‘Oranges and Lemons’)
‘Tenants disputing
With landlords in Tooting
Refugees threatened
On the high road of Peckham
Please will you pay me
O Legal Aid A-gen-cy…’
NOISES OFF: ‘No, you’re out of scope!’
DICK: Sigh. So much for the glamorous life of a high street solicitor in south London. When will I really make my mark?
Enter WOOLFIONA through trapdoor, to ‘Fanfare for the Uncommon Woman’
DICK: Who’s this?
WOOLFIONA: Dame Woolfiona at your service, ladylord mayorperson (as was) of England’s last rotten borough, the City!
DICK: You ain’t nuthin’ like a dame – where’s your blowsy costume and green makeup?
WOOLFIONA (sternly): I’m not that sort of Dame. Look out of the window. What do you see shining out over the City?
DICK: She’s beautiful! Who is it?
WOOLFIONA: That’s Lady Justice. But to win her over, you will have to be more than a high street solicitor. You’ll have to go to… Westminster!
DICK: Pass me my bundle on a stick!
WOOLFIONA: Northern Line from Colliers Wood, change at Waterloo (disappears through trapdoor in puff of smoke)
Scene 2: Houses of Parliament
DICK: Well, guess what, kids? I made it! And I backed the right man in Ed Merrieband
KIDS: Oh no you didn’t!
DICK: Soon we’re going to be able to start passing new laws! All together now for a resounding majority: ‘Ding dang ding dong, Grayling will soon be gone!’
CHORUS: (‘The Red Flag’)
‘The People’s Ed is deepest red,
But with the voters he had no cred!’
DICK: Curses, confound those voters, why don’t they ever sing along? It’s the backbenches for the next five years. Hey ho, off to the wilderness
Scene 3: Halfway up Brixton Hill (a wilderness of unaffordable houses). Enter CORBIE, a cat who got the cream
CORBIE: Team up with me, I never worry about the voters
DICK: You mean you’re from – Islington?
CORBIE: Miaowww!
DICK: Sorry, that was catty! OK – you’ll get my nomination
CORBIE: I can bring in a new kind of politics!
DICK: What’s wrong with the old kind, we were in power for 13 years (Makes to leave)
CORBIE: Hang on Dick – can’t you hear those dulcet tones calling?
DICK: What, the bells?
CORBIE: Not in south London: they’re car alarms
CHORUS:
‘Turnagain Sadiqkhan
Humble bus-driver’s son
Mayor you could become
(but we’re not sure about your chum)’
DICK: That’s funny. What did they mean about my chum?
CORBIE: It’s just a feline!
ALL: Groan
Scene 4: The steps of City Hall
DICK: Right kids, let’s get this mayoral campaign on the road!
BELLS: (‘Wheels on the Bus’)
‘The tills on the bus go “kerching!” “kerching!” “kerching!”
All day long…’
(Editor’s note: don’t you mean ‘Oyster card scanners’?)
DICK: Corbie, show the people what we’re made of – start killing rats!
CORBIE: Sorry I’m not happy about that. I think it would be dangerous and counter-productive. The rats should be taken into custody and arraigned before a court of law. Only following meticulous due process should … (continues at some length)
DICK: We’re doomed!
Enter ZAC GOLDENLOCKS, a candidate
ZAC: Don’t worry, you’re doomed anyway!
DICK: Why? Just because I’m not a posh boy?
ZAC: Not at all, old chap – but ask yourself when the last solicitor rose to high elected office in England
DICK: Hmm, I see your point
ZAC: Shall I tell you about your future?
DICK: Please do
ZAC (loudly): It’s behind you! (exits stage right [not left], with an aristocratic cackle)
WOOLFIONA: May the best man win! Well, a man is going to win anyway
DICK: That reminds me, Dame Woolfiona, why is it always you they turn to for a credible female character? Surely thousands of women reach the top in the City?
WOOLFIONA: Come on, even in a panto we can’t be too far-fetched! Music!
ALL: ‘Here comes the iPhone to light you to bed
And here comes the lord chancellor to abolish legal aid!’
CURTAINS (for everyone)
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