My father, Tommy Henshall, God rest his...

My father, Tommy Henshall, God rest his soul, he woulda been proud of me, what I done with my life, until today. I used to play washboard in a skiffle band, but they went to see The Beatles last Tuesday night, and sacked me Wednesday morning. Ironic, because I started the Beatles. I saw them in Hamburg. Rubbish. I said to that John Lennon, I said ‘John, you’re going nowhere mate, it’s embarrassing, have you ever considered writing your own songs’.

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This little bloke Roscoe Crabbe seen all this and offers me a week’s work in Brighton, says he needs a bit of muscle. I tell him this is all fat. But I need a wage, I haven’t eaten since last night. But I don’t get paid until the end of the week, and I can’t stop thinking about CHIPS. I’m staying in a pub, and I don’t even have enough shrapnel for a PINT. There might be a discarded bag of chips in here. No! I can’t go through the bins! Must stop thinking about CHIPS. Come on Francis! Think about something boring, like...Canada. Canada!

For full extended monologue, please refer to the script edition cited here: Richard Bean. One Man, Two Guvnors. London; Oberon Books, 2011. p.23.