The IKB Show

This page gives the first sequence of a show about the life of the Victorian engineer Isambard Kingdom Brunel. The music is by Robert Bunting and others. The show is made up of modules. Although these can be performed together, they can also be used selectively, as ‘anchors’ for groups improvising and writing their own materials.

Unit 1 (IKB tells of his early difficulties - Father sent to debtor’s prison.. IKB secures his release and is rewarded with a Partnership in Thames Tunnel.)
 
(Parts for IKB, Father, 4 other; small groups of Duns, Feeble Firemen, Boot Boys, Creditors, Police, Warders, Prisoners, D.of Wellington & cronies, Newspaper Boys - to illustrate scene in mime, to improvise short sketches, to perform 1st Machine movement)
 
IKB My Father was an Engineer
Came over to England from France
He made us a name and he made his fame
But he led us a merry old dance:
He made tackles and blocks for the Naval Docks
To help to rig the sails
But no money came in and the fam'ly grew thin
Now ev'rybody wails
 
Duns' Scene
(Pa Brunel looking at plans; Ma at her bills; Kids playing patacake. Cue line "Now ev'rybody wails")
 
Kids: Waah!
Ma: Ten shillings for the baker; a guinea for the grocer...Oh Brunel!
Pa: Don't worry, my little cherry pie; when I sell zese, nossing can 'urt us!
Duns: Knock Knock Knock!
Pa: Sacre bleu! It's ze Duns!
Dun 1: Come on out, you Froggies!
Dun 2: We know you're in there,
Dun 3 And we want our MONEY!
Pa: Oh! My little turnip, what shall I do?
Ma: Quick! Under the table!
Dun 1: 'ere, missus, open up!
Dun 2: Cough up!
Dun 3: Or be had up!
Ma: Yes?
Dun 1: Now, Mrs Brunel, what's the excuse today?
Ma: Well, you’ll never believe this....
Duns Ho Ho Ho!
Dun 1: Go on: tell us - the kids've got chicken pox?
Dun 2: Yer 'usband's dahn the boozer?
Dun 3: Yer rich Gran hasn't died yet?
Ma: No...but she's got a tickly cough!
Dun 3: We can't give credit for a tickly cough! ...Couldn't stand her
in a draught, could you?
Ma: Ugh! Monsters!
 
Chorus It's not very nice to be poor as church mice
It's not very thrilling I'm sure
When Ma has to creep in the back way for
The Duns are at the door!
 
IKB My Father, being an Engineer
Gave a calm philosophical smile
And calmed mother's fears and soothed her tears
With "A miss is as good as a mile"
"The Navy has failed us; our creditors nailed us
But we are not going to be vexed:
The Army wants boots for its soldiers' foots
So zat is what I will make next!"
 
Bootmakers' Scene.
Bootmakers enter with boots, hammers. They sit crosslegged and begin work.
 
Boot 3 Here we are, lads: another basket of boots hot off M Brunel's Patent Boot Press:
Boot 1 Oh no:
Boot 2 Is there no end'? We make 'em by the thousand....
Boot l For our gallant lads....
Boot 2 …Who're away at the wars...
Boot 3 Fighting Froggies....
All Just like Brunel: (hammering)
Boot 1 Where is he?
Boot 2 Must be having such a dream about making his fortune he's slept in.
Pa Sorry, my men: I 'ad to come the long way round: ze Duns are bothering me again.
Boot 3 This came (an important-looking letter)
Pa It will be a wonderful letter from ze Duck de Wellington, telling me ‘ee needs more
boots. (opening it) Now I will never 'ave to worry about money again:
Boot 1 What's up?
Pa Look:
Boot 1 Stopped the War?....
Boot 2 Peace with France?
Boot 3 Troops return?....
All SO NO MORE BOOTS??
Pa I...I...I will sell them:
All BUT MR BRUNEL, THEY’RE ALL LEFT-FOOTED!!
 
Chorus: Oh we all sing together you cannot eat leather
And it's not very thrilling I'm sure
When ma loses her wits and falls into fits
For the Duns are at the door!
 
IKB My Father still was an engineer
And so did not care an atom:
he'd plenty of schemes for new machines
at the Dockyards down at Chatham.
As they sawed up the logs at the Isle of Dogs
We thought he’d saved our bacon
But a terrible fire made his hopes expire
We saw we were mistaken!
 
 Firemen Scene
 
Fire 1 I like these summer evenings…
Fire 2 So calm…
Fire 3 So peaceful…
Fire 1 And you can still hear a nightingale…
Fire 2 Singing…
Fire 3 In Berkeley Square!
All Aaah!
Pa Au secours! Au secours! Ma scierie est en feu!
All Sssh!
Pa ma scierie…
Fire 1 Oh my gawd, an Eyetie!
Fire 2 What’s up, mate?
Fire 3 What you tryin’ to tell us?
Pa "Help help my sawmill is on fire"
Fire 1 Sawmill, eh?
Fire 2 Nasty things, sawmills.
Fire 3 Too much wood about.
Fire 1 We keep telling them…
All But do they listen? Naw!
Fire 1 Are you sure it’s on fire?
Pa Oui!
Fire 2 Not just having a gentle smoulder?
Pa Oui – I mean – yes, of course it’s on fire!
Fire 3 "Wee wee?" He’s talkin’ Frog!
Pa You onnerstand?
All Wee wee!
Pa You will come?
All Wee wee!
Pa What can you use to put it out?
All W –
Fire 1 ‘Ten shun!
Fire 2 It won’t be too hot, will it? The thing is, I get this heat-rash…
Pa !
Fire 2 …come out in lumps, I do, all over.
Fire 3 Well, I would go, but me Mum wants me in…
Pa !
Fire 3 …to wash me hair.
Fire 1 Now you don’t want this gentleman to think you’re scared, do you?
Fire 2&3 We’re not scared! …We’re petrified!
Fire 1 Will there be medals?
Pa Of course!
Fire 2 Fame?
Pa Naturally!
Fire 3 And a nice mug of cocoa?
Pa Gallons!
All We-ell…
Fire 1 We’ll think about it…
Fire 2 The thing is…
Fire 3 We’re very busy…
Fire 1 We’re just off to a nice small fire in Woolwich.
All So ta-ta for now…. So calm… So peaceful…. Etc.
Pa (sinking to the ground) I am ruined, ruined, ruined!
Duns Mr Brunel?
Pa Yes?
Duns WE WANT OUR MONEY!
 
Chorus Oh we’re all in the red and we're not getting fed
And it's not very thrilling I'm sure
As Ma counts our ribs and has to tell fibs
For the Duns who're at the door!
 
(Mime: Duns and Police arrest Father & Family - but not IKB - and convey them to Prison which Warders rapidly erect, while Chorus sing:)
 
Chorus (unfeeling chant)
They took him off to Prison
In the back of a Black Maria
They siezed his bag and baggage
And his faithful wife Sophia
And all the guards and turnkeys
Raised a mighty shout
"A fitting fate for Froggies
And we'll see you never get out!"
 
IKB & Chorus
Oh! Oh! A young man's doomed to fail
When he's trying to make a name for himself
But his father's cast in jail
 
 
 Movement sequence with song: Prisoners mime prison tasks: treadmill, or gin mill, stones, oakum picking, etc. The Family mimes distraction. IKB has spoken scenes (improvised) with Father’s supporters.
 
Chorus(doleful): Oh Poverty's a shameful thing
Almost it is next door to sin
When you've an execution in
You're wringing your hands for shame.
You think of your unhappy life
Your starving child, your wretched wife
In Prison you encounter strife
And think of your blackened name.
(Chorus hums) (IKB Petitions - spoken improvised)
 
The doors will only swing one way
Until you find the means to pay
You might remain till your dying day
And no-one care at all
The world will forget you've ever been
Once you have withdrawn from the general scene
The prospect looks bleak when times are lean
'Pride goeth before a Fall'
Pride goeth.....
Pride goeth......
 
(IKB Petitions again - success!)
 
You lay down your head and being to grieve
And scrub at your eyes with the cuff of your sleeve
For never again will you dare believe
That anyone ever will bring...
 
IKB REPRIEVE! (advances with release order)
 
Chorus: (oratorio style)
Reprieve! Reprieve! Freedom!
Release and Restoration!
 
IKB (spoken): Assisted by my father's friends
Who recognize his merit
And hope to reap the benefit
Of his first-rate brain and mechanical wit
I've brought his trials to an end
The good all will inherit!
 
Chorus:
Genius! Genius! Projects!
Great Good unto the nation!
 
Mother: As I remarked not long before
You came here to your father
'That boy will be a Great Man, dear
He'll not forsake us, never fear
To a mother's mind it is quite clear
He'll rescue us from being poor
We'll wind up wealthy, rather!
 
Chorus:
Riches! Riches! Fortune!
Relief and Jubilation!
 
Father:
I'll make you part of a partnership
'MARC AND ISAMBARD BRUNNEL'
We'll soon bounce back from this disgrace
And once more look the world in the face
Soon everyone will take a trip
To see my GREAT THAMES TUNNEL
 
Chorus:
SEE SEE THE CONQUERING
HERO COMES
JUST AS IT IS WITH FATHERS
SO SHALL IT BE WITH SONS!!
 
(Quick change to Unit 2: Thames Tunnel.)
 
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1997
 
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