the moon howls part 3

  SANDY FIELD Nah, mate. I gotta go. I’ve made up my mind.   Sandy swallowed the rest of his drink in defiance. He lynched himself up uneasily. Trevor protested, and begged him to stay. He reminded him he had a drink on the way. Sandy told him to cancel it, and began his march […]

  TREVOR HOBART I don’t buy that for a minute, mate.   SANDY FIELD I mean it, mate.   TREVOR HOBART What are ya gonna do? Get a job like me?   SANDY FIELD Not bloody likely.   TREVOR HOBART Then what, mate?   SANDY FIELD I dunno. But I’m serious. I’m done with all […]

  SANDY FIELD The city? This isn’t the city, mate. Over there – that’s the fucken’ city. That’s where I used to play. This is the arse end of the train line! The city’s forty fucken’ k’s that way!   (SANDY says, pointing toward the city.)   I don’t even know the name of the […]

  The waiter stated, hoping to clarify the former point.   SANDY FIELD Look mate, I don’t care what’s printed on ‘em, I told ya, it’s too early for that. But I’ll have another brandy – but best make it a triple.   Noticing the point had again been missed, the waiter winced a practised […]

TREVOR HOBART Well, I don’t make the money you do.   SANDY FIELD The money I make? That’s a bloody joke. You saw it tonight. Nine people – sorry – I mean, eight and a half bloody people. What a fucken’ insult. I reckon more would’ve shown up for Hitler’s wake. And how was the […]

  TREVOR HOBART Don’t be an arsehole, mate.   Trevor ran a hand through his silver hair, symbolically brushing off an old friend’s taunt.   SANDY FIELD It’s a joke, mate. Relax. But they fucken’ don’t – do they? In my business, comedy, in show business, that’s all they bloody do – that’s what everyone […]

  SANDY FIELD Yeah, but now I can hear ‘em.   Sandy quipped.   TREVOR HOBART Yeah, it’s the same at my work.   SANDY FIELD That right, mate? Many critics down at the local council? Tell me, honestly, are there many critics where you work? Many people come up to you and tell you […]

  bullshit term they’re throwing around these days.   TREVOR HOBART I think they call it ableist.   SANDY FIELD What the fuck does that mean?   TREVOR HOBART Like when ya make fun of a cripple.   Sandy took a sip and choked on his brandy.   SANDY FIELD What? I’m supposed to apologise […]

  Trevor offered his assistance.   SANDY FIELD Yeah, them things.   WAITER A tablet?   Said the waiter, who Sandy didn’t realise was by his side.   SANDY FIELD What?   WAITER A tablet, sir?   The waiter placed the fresh glass brandy on the small table between the men, while bewildering Sandy with […]

  Sandy stammered and swallowed half his drink, he looked at the glass, and panicked by the size of his gulp he immediately looked around for the waiter. He couldn’t see him. There were only a handful of people about, not bad for a Tuesday night, he thought, it seemed everywhere was busier than his […]