Mister Fun
Mister Fun
An inspired vehicle for the writer’s concerns
Collin Martyr, Labour Herald
First performed by Stephen Daldry’s Sheffield-based Metro Theatre Company, and subsequently in Paris and on tour in France to young audiences. Funfairs are dying, but romantic Gil persuades practical-minded Shelley to share his life on the road, until the fair’s final deal – and the final indignity – threaten their world forever. Appropriately, Sheffield is also the home of the National Fairground Archive.
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Script Excerpt
Shelley: You sure we’re all right here?
Gil: Course we’re all right. It’s a fairground, en’t it?
Shelley: I can’t see any other caravans.
Gil: Can’t see much of owt. Place has been decimated.
Shelley: I said this were daft.
Gil: Don’t start that again.
Shelley: We should’ve asked.
Gil: If we’d asked, he’d a said no. As it is, we’re already here. Fate accomplee.
Shelley: I gave up a bloody good job fer this.
Gil: Drudgery is what that were. This is what we’re cut out fer.
Shelley: You’re obsessed wi’ bloody fair, you.
Gil: It may have finished wi’ me, but I ain’t finished wi’ it.
Shelley: Look at it though. It looks right bedraggled.
Gil: That’s only t’ rain.
Shelley: Half of it’s gone!
Gil: Madam Gozo’s still tellin’ fortunes.
Shelley: She’s not.
Gil: What’s that tent then? Bloody mirage?
Shelley: I had a look. It’s bein’ used as a toilet.