The short piece is entitled "Portrait of a Marriage and stars Dame Celia Molestrangler and the ageing juvenile Binky Huckaback. Just to say that the one-dimensional script is no substitute for the superior over-acting and dramatic timing and delivery of the lines by the fantastic Betty Marsden and Hugh Paddick. You must try to listen to the performance in all its glory. I apologise for any mis-hearing of the dialogue during the scribbling down process.
Charles?
What is it Fiona?
What's happened to us?
Well, you made some cocoa whilst I took the dog for a walk, then we played some Happy Families
I don't mean in the last ten minutes. I mean what's happened to us, whatever happened to our hopes, our fears, our dreams, our ambitions, our plans, our enthusiasms, our expectations, our, our, our, our
Go on
I can't , there just aren't the words
How true. We've lorst something, somethings gawn, lorst and gawn
Is it, is it irretrievable, is it irrevocable, irreversible, indissoluble, is it irrisoluble?
I don't know, Fiona, it's either that or irrisipilid, I'm not sure. Did we want too much? Did we dream dreams, hope hopes, desire desires, bliss bliss?
I don't know Charles and yet....... I'm certain
I don't know either but yet I too am sure, sure , positive, certain, definite, unequivocal, categorical, indubitable, doubtless, fanatical, indoctrinaire and yet......uncertain
Can't we begin again?
Can we?
Oh Can't we?
I suppose we can,
We must,
We will
Oh Charles, Oh Charles does it mean we're going to start again?
Yes my Darling, yes, yes, yes. Here you have Master Bun the Baker
Thank you Charles, the Baker's Son. I've always wanted him.
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