Little Peter |
I am hungry. I am so
hungry I think my tummy will fall off. |
Voice |
You are tired, too. I
can feel that you are tired. |
Little Peter |
Yes. I have not eaten
for nine years and I am very hungry, and tired. |
Voice |
Don't lie to me. You
had a tub of crème fraiche and a Linda McCartney sausage barm only half an hour ago. |
Little Peter |
Most
of it missed my mouth, though. It is cruel. I am so hungry, and
yet when I try to eat I get to excited that I end up throwing
the food over my shoulder, and going "oo! oo!". The
nice woman is supposed to come around and help me eat, but I
have not seen her for a long time. |
Voice |
She
hasn't been the same since she took up with that Greek man with
the semi-detached bungalow, and started eating Primula straight
from the tube. |
Little
Peter |
You
sound like a confused Victoria Wood. Are you Victoria Wood? |
Voice |
Sadly
not. I am a gay man who thinks that imitating Victoria Wood will
lend him an air of camp domestic hilarity. |
Little
Peter |
I
have a gay man living in my head! |
Voice |
Yes
you do. I am responsible for everything wrong with your brain. |
Little
Peter |
What
is gay? |
Voice |
I
cannot tell you. I am bound by Clause 28 which prohibits me from
peddling my behaviour on the playgrounds and also stops me from
stealing children in my rainbow bus and teaching them how to
play the ham clarinet. |
Little
Peter |
Your
rainbow bus sounds nice. Does it shine? |
Voice |
Oh,
yes. It is very shiny. I use a special polish that only I know
about. |
Little
Peter |
Where
is the magic polish? I want to help you clean your bus! |
Voice |
It's
in your penis, Peter. |
Little
Peter |
What
is a .... ? |
Voice |
Let
me show you. |