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| Friday 3rd August ‘01 - 10.35am
The inside of the Twitchers Nest is very spartan, with bare walls and an endess network of long dank corridors with overhanging pipework. There is one large dining room with rows of wooden trestle tables and benches where the twitchers have their meals twice a day. The men sleep in large dormitories, about sixteen in each one. (Hetty is one of only a handful of women and they have to share a very small dorm). The twitchers don’t seem to mind the discomfort or hardships - from what I can tell - and are presumably thinking about the payday they are going to eventually get. I guess there may be some who are still there for idealistic reasons, as Hetty was initially. However, you can rest assured that Aubrey O’Gough doesn’t live in the same dark confined quarters. I can reveal that he spends his time playing Boggle and sipping Mocha Capuccinos with his small coterie of admirers and hangers on. This recording was made from inside O’Gough’s own luxurious private suite, where he seems to spend much of his time. Also present were Joaquin - his right hand man - Mave Parker, her husband Stan and her son Bradley. O’GOUGH: That’s another game to me. That’s four nil to me in fact. I'm totally Boggling - in a manner of speaking. Er, do you want to play again? MAVE: No fanks. I’m not very good at literal thinking. O’GOUGH: (Sighing) You could learn, Mave. You could learn. MAVE: No fanks. I’ll stick to me knitting pattern. Ere Stan, pass us a Tina colada. STAN: There ya go, princess. BRADLEY: It’s a Pina Colada, mum. Ere, ave ya finished wiv the paper? O’GOUGH: Any word yet on the ransom money, Joaquin? JOAQUIN: Not as yet sir, but it has only been three weeks. Give them time. They’ll pay up. O’GOUGH: They don’t seem very keen to have you back, Mrs Parker. I wonder why? MAVE: Oh, it must be an administrone error type of thing. Don’t worry about it. I’m sure Rodney ‘as got all the cleanin’ under control. BRADLEY: They’ll give us the money - I know they will. O’GOUGH: And just remind me what it is you do, Bradley? BRADLEY: I’m a chimney sweep. O’GOUGH: I see. BRADLEY: Only problem is there aint much call for it these days. (Pause - the sound of childrens programmes can be heard faintly in the background) O’GOUGH (Coughs) Pringle, anybody? STAN: What are we doin' today, Mave, or will it be the same as every other day? MAVE: Oi! You can stop moaning, you great herbert! You wouldn’ be gettin’ a cooked dinner like this every day at ‘ome that’s for sure! (Pause) I’ll ave to be goin an’ puttin’ me sprouts and whatnots on for lunch. They won’t boil themselves. (Pause) BRADLEY: I’ll give you another game of Boggle if you like, dad. STAN: No son. I couldn’t stand any more. Pass us me slippers there, I’m gonna ave another kip. (Pause) O’GOUGH: Joaquin? JOAQUIN: Mr O’Gough. O’GOUGH: Will you explore the possibility of purchasing another fun family game. I think we have exhausted the entertainment value of this one (aside) after only one short session. JOAQUIN: But sir - they only had Boggle in Ottersdale. Do you want me to drive up to Kendal? O’GOUGH: (Wearily) Do what has to be done. |