Act One
Scene One
October 1983. Lights up on Rose, raggy bow in her hair, on a payphone.
Rose Hello, Charlie, itās Rose! Guess where I am? Iām in my hall of residence! ā No, thereās a phone in the corridor. All the flats share it.
Viv appears, wearing 1940s clothes. She waits, unseen, for Rose to finish with the phone. She turns a ten-pence piece in her hand.
Rose Mumās just set off and she said to say to you she expects to be home by about ten. ā I know, well itās a long way from our little village. ā I Have Travelled To The North ! ā No, not too bad. ā We stopped halfway so she could have a nap but she seemed pretty alert. ā No, itās a tiny room but itās my room! At university! ā The only thing is the flatās really ugly. The walls are painted breeze blocks! ā I know. And thereās no window in the kitchen! Thereās a big poster about chip-pan fires and a blanket to put yourself out with if needs be. And a telly! I know! Why would you want a telly in the kitchen?
Viv Itās a microwave.
Rose turns and sees Viv, waiting.
Rose Sorry?
Viv Itās not a telly. Itās a microwave. An electronic oven.
Rose Oh. (Back to Charlie. ) Apparently itās a microwave. ā An electronic oven.
Viv Are you going to be long?
Rose No. Oh. You havenāt got a spare ten p, have you?
Viv No.
Blackout.
Lights up on Di, cap perched far back on her head. Rose appears.
Rose Hello! We live in the same flat. Iām Rose.
Di Iām Di. Hello.
Rose Iāve just been to the shop. Itās useless. The carrots are bendy, the potatoes are green. I said to the shopkeeper, āHave you got any proper vegetables?ā Itās the student shop! They should sell proper things!
Di Itās expensive as well.
Rose I know. But itās full of boys. Have you ever seen as many? Honestly, itās like ā you know the first time you go to France or Spain on holiday and you see a whole field of just sunflowers and you canāt believe it?
Di Iāve never been abroad.
Rose Well, when you do, honestly, itās absolutely amazing. And thatās what this is like except boys. Fields of boys. Donāt you love it?
Di Iām gay.
Rose Oh, thatās great!
Blackout.
Lights up on Viv and Di. Viv pushes a bike. They chat as they cross.
Viv I canāt live with these people.
Di Itās only for a year.
Viv Did you hear about the heroic stand against apartheid?
Di No.
Viv Thereās a lad down the corridor. Last night, he went and threw a can of white paint over Barclays Bank ā by the crappy student shop. Ten minutes later, police are on his doorstep. Heās flabbergasted.
Di Security camera?
Viv White footprints all the way back to his front door.
Blackout.
Lights up on Rose, pushing her bike. Di appears.
Rose Di! Look!
She takes a bunch of coriander from her bike basket.
Di What is it?
Rose Smell it.
She squeezes a leaf and holds her fingers under Diās nose.
Di Weird. What is it?
Rose Coriander.
Di What is it?
Rose A herb.
Di You eat it?
Rose Yes. I found the Indian market. Itās amazing. Can I cook you supper tonight?
Di Will that be in it?
Rose On it.
Blackout.
Lights up on Rose, on the payphone.
Rose Hello Charlie! ā Fine, thank you. ā Howās Mum? ā Oh well, give her a kiss when she wakes up. ā The course is fine. Weāve had to buy tons of books. Theyāre so expensive. ā Art history books especially are because of the pictures.
Viv appears, with a ten-pence piece in her hand, as before. She watches Rose, as before.
Rose Oh. Well. Not so good. Honestly Charlie, theyāre all peculiar. Thereās one girl. A dentist student. Dental student. Once a week, she goes to Asda, which is a supermarket, and she buys a pack of cheese, and she cuts it into seven pieces, and she wraps them up in cling film and she writes Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday on them! Thereās one girl in the flat whoās nice. Di. I tell you something amazing. Thereās a girl in the flat next door who dresses like itās the war.
Viv Are you going to be long?
Rose turns and sees Viv.
Rose Oh. Hello. I think it looks brilliant, by the way. (Back to Charlie. ) Guess what? The girl who dresses like itās the warās standing right beside me. Waiting for the phone. ā Quite, mustnāt hog it, better let Mrs Miniver have a go. Bye, Charlie. Bye.
She puts the phone down.
All yours.
Blackout.
Lights up on Di, on the payphone.
Di Thanks for the parcel, Mu...