Daniel Guy's Blog

  a short sketch by Daniel Guy  Bertrand v Marcello are playing chess.  We hear faint background music - Bach preferably. Bertrand has amassed many chess pieces. Concentrating hard.  Marcello relaxed. Waiting. Sighing. Bored. Tapping fingers.  Shifting positions… After a long pause.  MARCELLO: Hey come on, Bertrand. This is ridiculous.  BERTRAND: Wait.  (Long pause.) MARCELLO: Did I tell you I went to a weird sex club last week?                     I met this girl. I am on the terrace outside having a                      cigarette when this girl walks over.                      She looks down at my crotch and says  ‘lovely view’                      and I say ‘Is my ...

  by Daniel Guy - Hi. - Hello there, Mrs Jones. How are you? -          I need to talk to you about my son. - Michael? Sure. How is he? I haven’t seen him around recently. - No-one has, much.  - Is he OK? - I’m worried. He didn’t come home last night. Again. Hasn’t called.  - Doesn’t he stay over with his girlfriend sometimes? - I phoned her this morning. He not been there for weeks.  - Well, I wouldn’t worry. I’m sure he’s ok. - Where would he go? - Perhaps he needs time on his own.  - He’s been very quiet for months. Hardly speaks.  Walks around like he’s in some kind of trance.  - Oh well, I know plenty of teenagers like that.   - Spends hours in his room… - He’s young. - He should have left home and got his own place by now, but he can’t find work. - It’s tough these days for young people… - He’s been locking his bedroom door; we don’t see him for days… ...