Still life / compiled by John M. Kirk
| dc.contributor | Kirk, John D of English Queen's U |
| dc.contributor.author | Byrne, John, 1940- |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2018-07-27 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2022-08-21T16:20:29Z |
| dc.date.available | 2022-08-21T16:20:29Z |
| dc.date.created | 1982 |
| dc.date.issued | 1984-02-20 |
| dc.identifier | ota:0543 |
| dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.14106/0543 |
| dc.description.abstract | [198-?] In English Title from title page of source text Traverse plays ; 4 |
| dc.format.extent | Text data less than 512 KB Contains markup characters offline |
| dc.format.medium | Digital bitstream |
| dc.language | English |
| dc.language.iso | eng |
| dc.publisher | University of Oxford |
| dc.relation.ispartof | Oxford Text Archive Legacy Collection |
| dc.rights | Although this resource has been deposited with us, it is not currently available for re-use by others. |
| dc.rights.uri | https://hdl.handle.net/20.500.14106/licence-ota |
| dc.rights.label | ACA |
| dc.subject.lcsh | Plays -- Scotland -- 20th century |
| dc.subject.other | Plays |
| dc.title | Still life / compiled by John M. Kirk |
| dc.type | Text |
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| branding | Oxford Text Archive |
| files.size | 132816 |
| files.count | 1 |
| otaterms.date.range | 1900-1999 |
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<3ACT ONE>3 <1Hawkhead Cemetery, Paisley- Winter->1 <1Morning. 1967.>1 (<2PHIL McCANN>2 <1and>1 <2SPANKY FARRELL>2 <1standing among the gravestones.)>1 <2PHIL:>2 Look at all this junk. If they broke it all up into chuckies you could have a gravel path from here to Death Valley and back. <2SPANKY:>2 Christ, I feel hellish. . . <2PHIL:>2 Did you drive up this morning? <2SPANKY:>2 Got the traln. Somebody showed us the paper after the gig. <2PHIL:>2 Where are you anyhow? <2SPANKY:>2 "The Barracuda" . . . Herne Bay. Four nights. It' s murder. Christ . . . sorry. No, it' s not all that hot . . . bugger! Did you see much of the boy recently? <2PHIL:>2 Just the tall end of his coffin disappearing into the furnace. . . <2SPANKY:>2 I don't feel too well. . . <2PHIL:>2 Put your head between your shoulder blades and say a good Act of Contrition. <2SPANKY:>2 I had to sit up all night in the Guard's van with a battallion of the Black Watch singing every number in the Top Twenty fro . . .
