Wayne’s World III was written in collaboration during Chloe Langlois’ sub-let residency 2019.
Performed at The King Billy Pub, Nottingham in August 2019.
ACT 1: BIRTH SCENE
Narrator: It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. A chronicle of my life, Wayne Horatio Nelson Burrows. Born in the fogs of time amidst smoke and sunder. Father was the son of a preacher man, mother was a blacksmith and a thief.
I now recount to you the details of my birth. However my memory is Wayne-ing.
[Baby Wayne is on the floor covered in a shroud. Craig and Tom beckon people to the stage with their fingers and touch their foreheads. God sings ‘When You Wish Upon A Star’ as Baby Wayne is lifted up.]
ACT 4: PRIMARY SCHOOL REVOLUTION
Narrator: It was my 1st day at school. There was an air of static. My hairs were on tenterhooks and misery clung to me like static. I really must emphasise the static. He was a Welsh mountain top of a child. He approached me without reproach. His name was One Eyed Hector The Selector and it was I who had been selected. His nostrils flared with the aforementioned static. From out of his flowery chipmunk cheeks, churned a sphere of pure negative energy. It landed wetly and without reproach in the centre of my re-hydrated potato. I dick dartedlied skywards with a full 360 degree rotation. Clasping the steel tray I roared ‘Horatio Nelson!’ before bringing it crashing down upon his
[children gather on stage]
Narrator: I started a union.
[School children kick over books and wave red flags while singing and dancing to ‘Forget Your Troubles’]
[Sci-fi music and strobes as Wayne gets into a bin bag]
ACT 6: Kuhle Wampe Channel The Ghost Of Ken Russell For Advice On The Play
Kuhle Wampe: The air was… tepidly calm
pointy and sharp
film free and easy
[Ken Russell appears in smoke out of a bin bag with strobes]
Ken Russell: I am Ken Russell and I have the reddest face of any man.
It writes itself.
Want anything from Greggs?
He dresses himself.
[He disappears again]