Catherine Weate

The Oberon Book of Modern Monologues for Men: Volume Two

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Monologues are an essential part of every actor’s toolkit. Actors are required to perform monologues regularly throughout their career: preparing for drama school entry, showcasing skills for agents or auditioning for a role. Following on from the bestselling first volume (2008), this book showcases selected monologues from some of the finest modern plays by some of today’s leading contemporary playwrights. These monologues contain a diverse range of quirky and memorable characters that cross cultural and historical boundaries. The pieces are helpfully organised into age-specific groups: ‘Teens’, ‘Twenties’, ‘Thirties’ and ‘Forties plus’.
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    Rachael Pennellhas quoted5 years ago
    Using our poltergeist powers turn off a light

    On October the tenth, at ten o’clock precisely.

    The tenth of the tenth at ten.

    All the tens, you said.

    Never gonna forget that, are we?

    We spat in our hands and shook: I shook Welly’s hand,

    Welly shook Rob’s hand, Rob shook Huw McArthur’s, Huw

    McArthur shook yours, and then you shook mine

    And shaking spit round the gang

    Sealed our oath –

    That for the rest of our lives, on the tenth of the tenth, at ten

    We would all be looking out

    For a message from the dead, in the dying of an electric light.

    And then we all had to finish our chips eating with the wrong hands

    Cos our right hands were covered in spit.

    And yeah

    That first year

    On the tenth of the tenth, at ten

    I was on the look-out.
    Rachael Pennellhas quoted5 years ago

    by Gary Owen

    This play was commissioned and produced by the National Theatre Wales and its first performance was at Hobos, Bridgend on 7 October 2010.

    Set in Bridgend in Wales, Love Steals Us from Loneliness focuses on the family and friends of a teenager (Lee) killed in a car accident. SCOTT was Lee’s best friend. He confessed love for Catrin, Lee’s girlfriend, and kissed her. Catrin told Lee and, consequently, Lee stormed off in his car. This excerpt occurs in the second half of the play when SCOTT remembers back to a time when he, Welly, Huw, Rob and Lee made a pact that whoever died first would send a message to the others (proving there was life after death). However, after Lee’s death, the message didn’t come at the agreed time.


    We used to go for chips every dinner time.

    We’d cross Merthyr Mawr Road, then cut in the back of the tennis club.

    Then by the side of the river, into town.

    There was a chip shop with a pool hall above.

    It’s a rock club now.

    You may know it.

    We’d bomb down there and wander back

    Stopping on the bridge, sitting on the stones in Newbridge

    Fields for a bit

    With chip cones steaming off vinegar in our hands.

    One day you said

    D’you think you go on after you die?

    Or is that just it, once you’re gone you’re gone?

    You said, it’d be handy to know either way.

    But so far no-one in history had figured it out.

    And you said

    Well then boys.

    Looks like it’s down to us.

    We decided that whoever ghosted first should return and
    Rachael Pennellhas quoted5 years ago
    worked. You could see its heart or whatever. And I started to think, you know, how much of a dog could you actually get rid of and it would still work.

    I was looking it up on the internet and stuff. Like, what’s like actually inside a dog?

    And there were pictures from like scientific experiments and stuff where there’s only, there’s not quite a whole dog. It’s like, some of it’s been cut away. Like when you’ve started eating a chicken and it’s in the fridge the next day.

    So I did sketches of these like science dogs. And you could see their skulls or whatever. Their ribs with a heart. Shaped like a proper heart.


    It was quite lucky that my mum started getting really ill, in a way, because no one was thinking about Shreds. So I could just… No one was like, where’s Shreds?

    And then I read this thing about where you take the bark out. Like you can actually debark them, surgically. Or not necessarily exactly surgically exactly. But so then it’s just… Because it’s easier after that.

    But I wouldn’t do that to you. Necessarily.

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