Gavin Bolus - Actor and Writer
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One Man Plays:
Other Plays:
Musical Adaptation:
Comic Narrative Poems:
Short Monologues:
Film Scripts:
Songs:
To find out more about any of the above or to obtain copies of the plays etc., please e-mail Gavin Bolus or telephone 0131 228 3394 |
Quotations from Works by Gavin Bolus The Coyba are known as the people of truth. Much as we speak of the chaste French, the sober Dutch, and the quiet Italians. Less talk about slitting throats. It's very bad for administrative efficiency. From Let America Come, a play about the Conquistadors and the discovery of the Pacific. First performed 1993. Read Reviews Hae ye onything tae say in your client's defence afore I sentence him tae the lang tairm o' transportation he undootedly desairves? If they imprison the wrong ideas, they may end up beheading the right ones. From The Open Hand, a comedy about a socially ambitious merchant. First performed at The Chaplaincy Centre, Edinburgh Fringe 1998. Read Reviews I'd say you were one of the self-downtrodden. In the name of a secure salary, William the Conquerer has become Billy the Concurrer. I told them you were a tabloid reporter. At once battle broke out between those who wanted to burn you at once, and those who were for waking you first. From Concurrence, a comedy set in an office. First performed Bedlam Theatre, Edinburgh November 2002. That body is going to be properly done up and buried, resurrected or not! Before we know it, this abominable heresy will have reached Rome. And God help us all if that happens! From Field of Silver, work in progress about Judas and Caiaphas. I see now that it is not enough to be a patriot. I must have no hatred or bitterness for anyone. Even you! From Enough to Be, work in progress about Edith Cavell, the English nurse executed by the Germans in the First World War. It would be a very strange world if nothing strange ever happened in it. From Buried Above, ghost comedy set in a Scottish castle. Work in progress. Tea enslaves the Hindu as much as the sugar that flavours it enslaves the Negro. And I'll have no taste of either, thank you very much! From Tam O'Shanter, work in progress based on the narrative poem by Rabbie Burns. Flowers in the window. Plastic, of course. They always put artificial flowers where they can catch the sunlight. I expect they water them too. It's like breastfeeding a Barbie doll. From Waiting for an Interview, a short monologue. "That's what I hate about little people in the forest," complained the Tree. "No matter how hard you try to avoid it, they always get tangled up in your hair." From The Leprechaun's Tale, a short monologue. |
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And Now For Some Songs!
♥How can I whisper sweet and low through ninety decibels? Louder and Louder (Rock) ♥ She would nightly ply for hire in her business of desire, A mass of twinkling rings and twirling wraps. ♥ I kissed her lips of carmine, waved two fingers at the barman, And arm in arm we sauntered through the door. Rose Street Rose (Comedy) |
♥There's a little fellow we all know; He's looking for us everywhere we go. He'll join you in a glass of booze... Señor Blues! Señor Blues (Rock) ♥ I never stand out in a crowd. My head is unbloody, but bowed. I Never Stand Out (Rock) I |
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