A Single Father and a Frame Maker for the past 10 years, Robyn, is losing his mind and his children and his house all at the same time. In the over sensitised and theatrical world that he inhabits we hear his thoughts and comments from the inside as they mix with the varyingly co-herent sounds and stimulii of the exterior world. Robyn is un-well and showing signs of psychosis/synasthesia/bi-polarity all at once.
ONE
Radio1. (A protagonist (in plain) speaks over various background sounds and voices: (in bold)):
Its not 1984, its twenty ten. 1984 was 26 years late and its not better late than never. It's absolutely and completely, extremely indiscreetly, agonisingly and benignly silently and repeatedly
(over a tannoy) can ticket number four thousand and seventy two please go to window number nine please? (repeat and diminish but continue in 5 different voices with 5 different sets of numbers and windows))
Here
(womans droll voice) well of course, that would happen in a perfect world, but it's not a perfect world is it? Its all computer generated, there's nothing anyone can do about it...
Do you get the picture? (coughing)
That was a deep cough. That said: "I am Here" and "This is my voice" and I have two tickets "Ticket number ninety one for window three and ticket number four hundred and seventy five for window nine" - and: "You are all here as well... COME ON!!"
I am slitting my wrists inwardly. The first jobs of the day: I am pulling out a pen and writing: Find Premises; Contact Insurers; Chase Printer.... wear a face that says: "I am bright I am here and I am alive; all my tickets have been handed in - try me?"
Ticket number ninety one for window three please
It's good that there's a different voice for every window, breaks the monotony a bit (why cant I help myself from thinking this?). A young father's voice behind me is saying: "Stop eating sweets, you're getting fat" and the kid says: "Can I get out now?" and the dad says "when we get some chips you can".
(Louder) Ticket number ninety one for window three please (pause)
Hello, I've got this bill and I think the amount is wrong...... (fades)
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TWO
(narrator's voice is this time heard through a tannoy as in previous sequence)
This is me thinking. I talk to myself a lot. I am cycling along the ring road. I remember how I feel on a country lane. How relaxed and in time I am. There are no country lanes that take me where I want to go. Can ticket number ninety one please go to window three please. Can ticket number ninety one please go to window three please. Can ticket number ninety one please go to window three please? How can it possibly not be completely obvious to me that I am cycling along a ring road? Life has furniture. Not just houses....
THREE
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need to collect sounds
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