The scene is King Tony's command centre, where he is taking counsel with his chief General.
Tony: Now, General, tell me straight: how goes the
General: Not good, not bad. It could be worse,
Tony: Mince not thy words with me but tell me now
If we shall beat King Slobodan or no!
General: Wouldst thou have a straight and
You thought to knock some sense into the foe;
Instead of that, you've angered him until
His wrath has been directed on his folk,
These poor inhabitants of Kosovo,
Whose safety you did promise to the press.
Your bombs have made a true and holy mess.
Tony: Why did you never say this here before?
General: I did, my Lord. I warned you, straight
You would not hear me and you've paid for it.
Well, not exactly you, but all those folk
Who have been raped and killed and chased
From out their homes in far-off Kosovo -
Tony: How dare you talk like this to your young
Do you not know that all my British people
Stand right behind me in this mercy war!
Enter Harold Pinter.
Pinter: Not all! Oh, some of us will ne'er stand by
And see this murderous bombing in our name!
Tony: Why should I not indulge in this great fight?
Pinter: I'll tell you why not on Newsnight, late
When I shall get my own five-minute slot
To say why I am right, and you are not!
Tony: Who are you, tall dark stranger? What's your
Pinter: My name is Pinter. Playwriting is my game.
Tony: I should have known! You folk are all the
Like Sir Peter Hall, who ever and a day,
Begs me to support his latest play,
Whingeing and whining, asking for more cash...
Good Lord, is that the time? I needs must dash!
To Scotland I do go at this late hour
To give the Scottish back their long-lost power!
The scene is a campaign room somewhere in Scotland. Three campaign workers, Janet, Donald and Dougal, are groaning over their task.
Donald: Come voting day, the turn-out will be poor. I've been out knocking on many a voter's door
And everyone, from castle to tiny tent,
Says, Awa' wi' ye and wi' your Parliament!
Dougal: Would they rather stay back home, safe
in the warm?
Donald: It isn't that. It is the voting form
Which is so complex and so full of clauses,
The very sight doth make them sick and nauseous.
Janet: First tick your choice! Now tick the
Now fill in page three! And tick your second choice!
Go back three spaces, now please start again!
I've seen nothing like it since I don't know when!
Enter King Tony, in disguise.
Tony: All hail, good party members, how d'you do?
Donald: Good day.
Janet: Good day.
Dougal: Good day, and who are you?
Tony: I come from London, ganging my way up
To Edinburgh, on the bonny Firth of Forth.
Donald: So that explains your curious speaking
I've not heard speech like that for quite a while. Janet: From London, eh? With nail bombs going
No wonder you have fled...
Donald: ...and mad King Tony
Who condemns the bombers in Old Compton Street
And goes on bombing Slobodan himself!
Dougal: How can he justify this moral stance?
Janet: Come in, take off your coat and have a rest...
Tony:[Pulling disguise tighter round himself]
No, no, perhaps I won't. I think I will go on.
The rain is growing lighter. Here comes the sun.
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