Big Byter Blighter a play by bob tatnell cover cast
the Big Byte virus is on the loose and nothing works anymore there is no internet, television, radio, CNN or telephone fuel supplies are dwindling, imports and exports of foods have ceased populations are re-positioning themselves for proximity to food and water water management of the world is in turmoil and the system of weirs and floodgates has been abandoned electricity supplies will expire political power now largely up for grabs characters lord boffin: whose castle and farm in the north of england lady boffin: his wife and sister to lord carbide eeri boffin: their daughter yogesh: a swami in india scuttle: the butler to the boffins bunt singh: runs the general store lord carbide jeeves: his butler lord shobil lord northsey old man forge: president USA sacre: vice president shooter: secretary of state voices in the crowd ACT 1 scene1 The scene is daytime outside Castle Hedge in the north of England there is a scurry of folks leaving by car and foot piled high with personal possessions through the dust can be seen two over-dressed figures in unbecoming roles, unloading fibreglass rainwater tanks and rolling them toward the side of the manor... lord: this is the last of these you know, at least this side of sheffield. Lord Barker got the last from Liverpool.... but they 've stopped taking money now... nobody seems to value it any more lady: perhaps they'll take the rubens at the top of the stairs...we could always replace it with the gainsborough... for now lord: hmm I think the whole country...the whole world probably has got into survival mode...but without money having an acceptable value... the trick will be to stay rich! lady: scuttle, will you be able to harmonize all these pipes together? scuttle: certainly ma'am lady: seventy squares of roof....should catch a drop or two well that's the last of them...I've never known anything in short supply my whole life...oh..(she cries)... and there's dirt on my hands ... oh...(she cries again) lord: (cheerfully) we've got food mary! we've got water.... scuttle! let's have tea scuttle: I arranged for the men to pick up the cut wood from the edge of the forest, sir once the power stops, estimated around the end of the week, we can convert to diesel and wood power lord: too unimaginable! life with no cup of tea
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