Delighted to have a second Play accepted for publication by Smith Scripts. Titled Radio Luxembourg it has previously been adapted for film (Tiger Raid) and premiered at the Tribceca Film Festival. Radio Luxembourg is now published and available for Amateur and Professional production throughout the UK and beyond. You can read more here: https://www.smithscripts.co.uk/product/radio-luxembourg-by-mick-donnellan/ *Want… Continue reading Mick Donnellan has second Play accepted for UK publication – Radio Luxembourg.
There was big talk about this pole. Everyone kept on about the pole. The pole. The pole. I was driving down the road and the phone rang and this foreign lad said: 'We need to talk about the pole?' 'The pole?' 'The pole.' 'What pole?' 'You hit the pole.' 'What pole are you talking about?'… Continue reading The Pole.
The initial diagnosis was: 'You might be lucky.' It was enough to hang on to, maybe not buy a new car, maybe they'd take out the extra oil and sure it'd all be sound. Days passed, no word. Had a great time getting buses around Athlone. Standing at the bus stop and people on… Continue reading Scrapping the Insignia, buying the Vectra.
The phone rang and he opened with: ‘How much d’ya want for the car, boss?’ ‘€650.’ ‘€650 you’ve up on the ad, but what’ll you take for it.’ ‘What’ll you give?’ ‘Ah, I don’t know, sure is there no brakes on her?’ ‘No.’ ‘Or NCT???’ ‘Eh…no that’s gone too.’ ‘And you want €650?? Shtop, I’ll… Continue reading Donedeal Dialogue
The lad in the recovery truck had a great bedside manner. Shoulda been a doctor. I know this because he said: 'That car's fucked." "Fucked?" "Fucked completely." "What'll we do?" "Do you know any scrapyards? I can tow you to one." "I still need a car." "Time for Donedeal I'd say." Later on Donedeal,… Continue reading Buying the Insignia.
It was raining in Galway. Imagine that. The light rain of morning welcome, caffeine from the clouds. Monday coming fast. Car in Tonery's car park since Friday evening. Was on the way back from some party in some house, some couch, some estate somewhere. The plan was to go back to Ballinrobe and it was… Continue reading Truman Town Founded, First Play, Sunday Morning Coming Down – #26
Sat down to write. The house was quiet. Nairobi, our daughter, was asleep. I was in serious danger of doing something creative. Then Michelle came back and said: 'I lost your card.' 'My debit card?' 'Yeah. I lost it. I'm looking for it.' 'Where'd you you lose it?' 'I don't know, if I knew that… Continue reading Mongs –
The phone rang and he opened with: ‘How much d’ya want for the car, boss?’ ‘€650.’ ‘€650 you’ve up on the ad, but what’ll you take for it.’ ‘What’ll you give?’ ‘Ah, I don’t know, sure is there no brakes on her?’ ‘No.’ ‘Or NCT???’ ‘Eh…no that’s gone too.’ ‘And you want €650?? Shtop, I’ll… Continue reading DoneDeal Dialogue –