Episode 11 - Telling a Story

—Ey up, Joe. 

—Alright, mate. Ah fuck, you’ve got the notebook. 

—Yep, I thought I teach you about storytelling today. 

—Why? I want a brew and a sarnie. 

—You’ll like it—

—Can’t be arsed. 

—Honest, mate. Let me show yer. 

—Fer fuck’s sake. I’ll give yer a couple of minutes. 

—Right, good man. Here goes. You start with someone who wants something, right? They must want something—

—Yeah, me. I want a sarnie. 

—Hold up. Then, you’ve got the engine, right? The character does something. Therefore a consequence happens, but an obstacle—

—Bloody ‘ell. Easy, that. Wait ’til yer ‘ear this. There I was, right? Popped down the local Spa Tuesday morning. I needed a loaf. There was this woman outside, dancing. 

—Wha’? Dancing? 

—Yep. I says to her: “Are you alright, luv?” And she looks at me, still dancing and goes: “Yes! I’m fine! Would you like to dance?” I mean, what the bloody hell? 

—What did yer do? 

—I had a quick dance with ‘er, didn’t I? Be rude not to. I asked her why she was dancing. She told me it was because she’d finally got to take the cast of her leg. 

—Blimey. What happened to her? 

—She ‘ad an accident. Broke her leg. And she was a dancer. For real, like. And of course, it meant she weren’t able to. 

—Amazing. What happened then? 

—We ‘ad a quick dance. And then I went in the shop for me loaf. 

—What was the lady doing? 

—She was off up the road, doing the jive and waving to folk. Everyone was happy and having a laugh with her. 

—Blimey. Let me get to the story thing—

—Yer know what? Since that day? When I feel a bit grim? I do a quick shuffle. Yer know, to brighten meself up. 

—Well, now, about stories. Fuck. Hang on.

—What’s up, Bob?

—I just realised something. 

—Wha’? 

—I don’t reckon I need to tell yer about storytelling do I? 

—Er, why, like? 

—That was great, what yer just told me about the dancing lady. 

—Ah, good. Can we have a sarnie now? 

—I’ll go and get ‘em. Don’t dance in ‘ere.