Taking Liberties
Taking Liberties
Disenchantment with parliament in the form of mock elections in the 18th Century. A bustling account of the time.
Malcolm Hay, Time Out
When second-hand wig-seller Jeffrey Dunstan walks into the Leather Bottle pub in Wandsworth, it soon leads to fierce competition amongst the local plebs as to who will be the next mock-Mayor of Garratt, an election fought with parades and floats and all the fun of carnival. First produced as a community play at the Tom Allen Centre.
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(Election day outside The Leather Bottle on Garratt Green. Crude hustings. Tumblers, wrestlers, placards and effigies of politicans. Wilkes sits on the pub’s balcony. The knockkneed Dunstan comes up.)
Dunstan: Mr Wilkes?
Wilkes: Indeed.
Dunstan: Sam House says you got a speech for me.
Wilkes: You’re the man started all this?
Dunstan: I’m a stranger. I just give ’em the idea.
Wilkes: (Giving him the speech) Think they’ll go for it?
Dunstan: (Reading) Well I like the sentiment … but I don’t know personally if I’d …
Wilkes: Would a guinea persuade you?
Dunstan: On its owny-own?
Wilkes: Let’s say two.
Dunstan: I could give it a try.
Wilkes: (Hearing wigged and powdered playwright Sam Foote approach, supported by the landlady Nursey) Not a word, mind.
Dunstan: I’ll see you later.
Foote: Well John, did I not promise you a grandstand view?
Nursey: Ale, Mr Wilkes?
Foote: I’m assuming it will be money well spent.
Nursey: No fear o’ that, Mr Foote.
Foote: I was referring to our friend Garrick. You haven’t lost him, I hope?
Nursey: Had an urgent appointment with a gen’man an’ a dog.
Foote: I need a larger forum, John. I have the material (himself), I have the audience (he waves out across the Green), all I need’s a damn theatre. And he can get it for me…