Ron Berry

Uncle Rollo

Rollo has achieved that durable state of intoxication, which promotes egomaniacal lucidity. When he breaks into song, it is a husky true-tone baritone.

Ivor has taken enough drink to fire his courage.

This introductory scene takes place in Rollo's kitchen, and the conversation starts...

Ivor: Theories, Rollo, you're a mass of theories, daydreams, fragmented memories, all contradictory.

Rollo's reply: Here's another big word: Constantinople, better known as Istanbul. I was there once, swapped a pot of currant jam for a red fez and a pair of wooden sandals. Empty yet? Try some more plonk.

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