Read an excerpt from the hilarious Belfast version of A Christmas Carol
Stephen Large's tragicomic take on Dickens' festive tale comes to the Amazon bookstore after a successful debut on stage last year
I made the decision around June 2016 that I wanted to write a play and thought that Christmas was a realistic target in terms of getting the play produced. I was totally green to the workings of the industry at the time and I've now come realise it's a very lengthy process. Theatres are usually pre-booked well in advance and production companies are well into development with other writers and projects. So in retrospect, I suppose I was quite fortunate to get an opportunity so early – especially with my first attempt.
I sent the script to two of the largest production houses in Northern Ireland and secured a couple of meetings. One was with Martin Lynch and the other was with Tony Devlin. Martin was already working on a Christmas show but we kept in touch and that relationship culminated in the play Three's a Shroud, which went into production in October 2017. Tony Devlin of the Brassneck Theatre company totally blew me away with his enthusiasm for Carol's Christmas and we agreed shortly afterwards to work together.
Martin Lynch (centre) directed Stephen's recent play Three's a Shroud at the Belfast Waterfront
There were three shows in the Strand Arts Centre in East Belfast and then a further five shows in the Balmoral Hotel in West Belfast. The opening night was a bit of a disaster. The sound, visuals, mics – all failed. People were kept waiting whilst [the crew] wrestled with the equipment. After about 50 minutes the decision was made to proceed without the aforementioned audio/visuals. I'll never forget looking around the sold-out theatre and saw this elderly couple snoring and people taking photos of them and uploading them to Facebook. I was like, 'F**k me, could this get any worse?' But when the show started, the cast performed admirably despite the technical handicaps and long delay.
Much to my astonishment, when the show finished everyone rose to their feet and applauded. I never get sore heads. My granny used to say, 'Men don't get sore heads'. Up until that night I thought she was right. But when I got home I was so stressed out I felt like drilling a hole in my head to relieve the pressure. I got a long text from Tony apologising and I just told him not to worry, I wasn't going to go Mariah Carey on him. He was in that theatre from the crack of dawn the next morning and when I turned up for the second show it was brilliant. It couldn't have gone better.
The cast of Carol's Christmas
What's the play about? Carol Marley is a loan shark who is feared by the local community. When she goes to bed on Christmas Eve she is visited by her dead husband Mickey, who informs her that three ghosts will be paying her a visit that night. As Carol falls into a deep sleep, chaos and hilarity ensue as the three crazy spirits show her all the misery that she has heaped upon the community. In my version of the story, the ghosts that appear to Carol are Beetlejuice, Patrick Swayze (Ghost) and Bruce Willis (Sixth Sense). Carol's Christmas is a tragicomedy steeped in authentic Belfast working-class humour. In that respect. it was a perfect marriage with the Brassneck Theatre Company and it was a joy to bring the piece to life with Tony Devlin and his wonderful cast.
What inspired me to release Carol's Christmas in paperback and Kindle versions? When you have three daughters and a wife (that needs reminding that even a bargain costs money) you need to earn as much as you can. On a serious note, what I'm attempting to convey through Carol's Christmas, is that for a lot of people, Christmas isn't all John Lewis adverts and listening to Cliff Richard's 'Mistletoe and Wine'. For many, the festive period can serve as a grim reminder about absent loved ones or fractured personal relationships.
So while many are making merry, there are countless others who isolate themselves or struggle at this time of year. My own family suffered a spate of losses a few years back and I marveled at how the elder members used humour as a coping mechanism. They'd have everyone in stitches with their stories and at times you felt as though you were at a stand-up comedy gig as opposed to a funeral.
Julian Simmons and Ciaran Bartlett
I've been very fortunate in that the first ever play I'd written was produced and then the second play, Three's a Shroud was produced and directed by Martin Lynch during an 18 show run in the Waterfront. All in the space of 16 months. It's been quite a journey.
Carol's Christmas by Stephen G Large will be available to purchase as a paperback or e-book from Amazon from December 2. Read a sample extract below – please note there is some strong language and adult themes.
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ACT ONE – SCENE ONE CAROL’S HOUSE
JULIAN SIMMONS
But now on the BRU TV, we have a real Christmas Cracker for ya’s! Brassneck Theatre Company (aye Brassneck is right! You should see what they’re paying me! I wouldn’t normally get outta bed for less than a beg of sand) presents the world premiere, of wee Stevie Large’s Belfast version of ‘A Christmas Carol’! He’s the man who puts the dick into Dickens! So strap yourselves in folks as you’re in for a real festive feast! And now, without further ado ladies and gents, BRU TV brings you, Carol’s Chris’mas...
Music: Scrooge Is Getting Worse - by Paul Williams, from the film, ’The Muppets Christmas Carol’. Song ‘Mrs Scumbag’ by Stephen G Large
CAST
Oh, there goes Mrs. Scumbag
Watch out and beware
If there’s a prize for bein’ a bitch, the winner would be her
Old Carol loves her money
And she’s always looking more
If you can’t afford to pay her, then the boys will knock your door!
There goes Mrs. Skinflint
She doesn’t smile a lot
If you forget to pay the rent, she’ll likely have you shot
She charges folks a fortune
For her higher interest loans
And if you miss a payment
Then the boys will break your bones
She must be so lonely
She must be so sad
She goes to extremes
To convince us she’s bad It could be a rouse or even a stunt
Actually - on second thoughts She’s just a horrible ... woman!
There goes Mrs. Loan Shark
There goes Mrs. Grim
She has no time for friends or fun
She’d quicker do you in!
Don’t ask her for a fiver
Or a tenner on the strap
Unless you have a death wish
Or you’re lookin’ knee-capped!
There goes Mrs. Heartless
There goes Mrs. Cruel
She never gives, she only takes, yes that’s her only rule If bein’ mean’s a way of life
You practice and rehearse,
Then all that work is paying off
’Cause Carol is getting worse
Every day In every way
Carol is getting worse!
JULIAN SIMMONS
Mickey Marley was dead to begin with. There is no doubt about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk and the undertaker. No, not yer big man outta the WWE!
Our Mickey was survived by his aul wife Carol. As well as being partners in marriage, they were partners in business. For years they were in the iron and steel business. She did the ironing; he did the stealing. After that, they set up a loan sharking business which they ruled the same way as they made love - with a clenched fist.
When our Mickey suddenly died on Christmas Eve fifteen years ago, Carol ran the business with the help of fella known as Bob Hatchet. Bob was the local hard man and he relied upon the collection jobs that Carol gave him in order to support his large wife and young family - I mean his young wife and large family! God forgive me!
On the morning in which this story begins, Carol is at her home with Bob Hatchet plotting the day ahead. Carol’s nephew Rodney arrives but aul Carol welcomes Rodney with the same exuberance she would give to an aggressive yeast infection. Carol is sitting at the kitchen table.
Carol is eating a healthy cereal which she clearly isn’t enjoying. Bob Hatchet enters.
CAROL
You’re late Bob.
BOB HATCHET
Sorry Carol. I nipped round to Cash Converters there to see if I could get my Krissy anythin’ for Chris’mus,
CAROL
Well do it on your own time, not mine.
BOB HATCHET I was looking for an engagement ring, so I was.
CAROL
Another one?? You’ve went through more rings than Sonic the fuckin’ Hedgehog!
BOB HATCHET
You’re a right grumpy ballix when you’re on that diet Carol.
CAROL
I dunno how much more of it I can take.
BOB HATCHET
Anytime you wanna pack it in, just let me know. I’ll gladly take that twenty quid off your hands!
CAROL No. I’m determined to see it through this time. It feels like I’ve been on it forever though. How long’s it been?
Bob checks his watch.
BOB HATCHET
Half an hour.
CAROL
Oh, all I can think about is a full soda. And a Twirl. And a tin of Coke.
BOB HATCHET
I’ve got something to take your mind off food.
Carol shields her eyes.
CAROL
Bob, you’re not gonna show me that rash again are ye?
BOB HATCHET
No the penicillin cleared that right up.
CAROL
What is it then?
BOB HATCHET
Wee Bap McIlroy missed a payment on his loan.
Carol slams her fist into the table.
CAROL
That ginger wee bastard. Did you break his arm?
BOB HATCHET
No.
CAROL
Well what did you do?
BOB HATCHET
I had a word with him.
CAROL
Oh well that’ll teach him!
BOB HATCHET
Carol, it’s Christmas Eve.
CAROL
So what?
BOB HATCHET
If I broke his arm he wouldn’t be able to work.
CAROL
I don’t give a fuck if he’s Santa - break his arm!
BOB HATCHET
But if he can’t work then he won’t be able to pay you back.
CAROL
You’re gettin’ sloppy Bob. People will be thinking we’re going soft.
BOB HATCHET
But I thought -
CAROL
I don’t pay you to think Bob. I pay you to bate ballix in. And when someone doesn’t pay, then you bate those ballix right in. Do you understand?
BOB HATCHET
Yes Carol.
CAROL
My Mickey would be spinning in his grave, God rest his soul. He took no prisoners, let me tell ye. I remember some fella tried to stroke him a fiver.
BOB HATCHET
What happened?
CAROL
My Mickey broke both his arms – and that fella still managed to get his hole into work the next day!
BOB HATCHET
Really?
CAROL
Aye. But in fairness, the peelers said it was probably why he crashed the school bus.
Bob shakes his head.
CAROL
You can’t give people an inch Bob. That’s what my Mickey always said. And now he’s gone it’s up to me to uphold the Marley name. So it doesn’t matter if they’re a window cleaner or a gynecologist. You break their arms. Got it?
BOB HATCHET
Got it Carol.
CAROL
Now, what about that shop keeper who said he couldn’t afford the protection money. Did you put a brick through his windies like I told ye?
BOB HATCHET
But Carol. It’s Christmas.
CAROL
Then sing a fuckin’ hymn while you do it.
Once again Bob shakes his head.
CAROL
And another thing. Make sure you’re in early tomorrow. We’ve got plenty of collections still to make.
BOB HATCHET
Tomorrow? But -
Rodney enters holding a Christmas wreath.
RODNEY
Merry Christmas, Auntie Carol!
CAROL
Merry Crissmus my ballix.
RODNEY
Ah come on! Get into the Christmas spirit! It’s a time to be happy.
CAROL
I don’t know what you’re so happy about? You haven’t a light!
RODNEY
I don’t know what you’re so grumpy about? Sure you’re loaded.
CAROL
So that’s why you’re here? You’re looking a wee hand out?
RODNEY
Is that what you think?
CAROL
Well, you’re just like all the rest of them at Chris’mus, aren’t ye? Haven’t got 2p to rub together but you’ll be out spending thousands of pounds you can’t afford on pointless shite no one needs.
RODNEY
But Auntie -
CAROL
Chris’mas? The same aul shite every year, so it is. Sitting in a living room watching Home Alone for the 400th time with all the people you try to avoid the other 364 days a year. Everyone wearing ridiculous jumpers and throwin’ Quality Street down their fat necks.
RODNEY
But –
CAROL … and a Brussel sprout fart-cloud hanging in the atmosphere like a layer of fuckin’ smog.
RODNEY
Auntie!
CAROL
You can ding your bloody dong until it’s merrily on high Rodney. Just leave me out of it. Cos I’d rather boil ma head.
RODNEY
I was hoping you’d spend Christmas with me and the family?
CAROL
Where’s my pot?
RODNEY
Fine. Suit yourself. I’m sure the kids would love to spend some time with their great-auntie. Plus, I hate the thought of you all alone on Christmas Day.
CAROL
Me and Bob have to make a few collections tomara, so I won’t be on my own – if that eases your conscience any?
RODNEY
My conscience is clear Auntie. I’ve always invited you to come and spend time with us. We’ve always made you feel welcome!
Carol lifts heaped tablespoons of the healthy cereal she seems repulsed by, before letting the contents slide back into the bowl.
RODNEY
What’s that you’re eating?
CAROL
Muesli.
RODNEY
I’ve never tried it. What’s it like?
CAROL
Like falling face-first into a bucket of squirrel shite with your mouth open.
Suddenly there is a knock at the door.
CAROL
Answer that Bob, would ye?
Bob Hatchet answers it. A charity worker enters carrying a clipboard and pen. There are two things that Carol hates the most: giving money away and people looking for charity.
CHARITY WORKER
And how are we all doing this fine morning?
CAROL
Before you start your shite, whatever it is you’re trying to flog, I’m not interested.
CHARITY WORKER
I’m not trying to sell anything madam. I am collecting for the homeless who suffer greatly at this time of year. A problem that could be solved if we all gave a little.
CAROL
What about the hostels? Is that not what our taxes are for? If I paid any (winks to audience).
CHARITY WORKER
There are limited spaces at the hostels I’m afraid. Those who are left out would give anything to spend the night in a nice warm house like this.
CAROL
Would they, aye? And how many of them are you putting up in your own house Mother Theresa?
CHARITY WORKER
I still live at home with my parents or else I would.
CAROL
Still at home? What age are ye love?
CHARITY WORKER
Twenty-two.
CAROL
Twenty-two years of age and still suckling off your ma’s diddy? I remember reading that your children should move out the moment they turn sixteen.
CHARITY WORKER
Really? Where was that?
CAROL
My ma wrote it in my sixteenth birthday card.
RODNEY
Well I set a direct debit up for the same cause a few weeks ago. It’s only £5 a month!
CAROL
Did ye aye? I’m beginning to think you’re f’n homeless you’ve been here that long!
RODNEY
Don’t worry, I get the hint. (stops with a thought.) Are you sure you don’t want to have dinner with me and Emma tomorrow? Her aunt Sadie will be there. She’s about your age. I think you met her once before.
CAROL
Aye and her face tripped her the whole time!
RODNEY
It was her husband’s funeral!
CAROL
Look I’m not going and that’s final.
RODNEY
Ah, what’s the point? (Rodney hangs his wreath) Merry Christmas Bob!
HATCHET
Merry Chris’mus Rodney!
CAROL
Merry ballix.
A visibly frustrated Rodney leaves Carol’s house, most likely before he says something which he might regret. You get the sense that Rodney’s annual pilgrimage to Carol’s takes its toll on him but he refuses to give up on his cantankerous old aunt. Carol watches Rodney exit and then she rounds upon her other unwelcome guest.
CAROL
Are you still here? Persistent wee shite aren’t ye? Look, you can give them this if you want?
Carol points at a huge cardboard box in the corner of the room with a picture of a 50-inchTV on the front of it.
CHARITY WORKER
That’s awfully kind of you. But what would a homeless person do with a tv?
Carol laughs hysterically at the naivety of the young girl.
CAROL
Give away a brand new 50-inch TV? Are ye buckin’ mawd? The TV is for me. They can have the box to sleep in if they want?
The charity worker doesn’t dignify Carol’s offer with a response. She storms out of Carol’s home visibly upset. Carol is about to slam the door behind her when she hears someone singing so badly, it could be considered hostile.
HOODED TEEN
Halloween’s coming on and the goose is getting fat... (sings)
CAROL
Wrong holiday ya buck eejit ye!
HOODED TEEN
Huh?
CAROL
What do ya want?
HOODED TEEN
Any odds Mrs?
CAROL
F’ away off round our own door!
Carol grabs the wreath that Rodney had hung on her door and throws it at the teen as if it were a discus. The Teen tries in vain to run away but the wreath hits him in the back of the head and he lands face first into the snow.
HOODED TEEN
Here Mrs. You coulda give me brain damage or something! (spits out a mouthful of snow)
CAROL
You’d need a brain first. And just be thankful that snow’s not yella!
Carol closes the door all the while chuckling to herself. She looks across at Bob Hatchet as if to share the joke with him but he looks glum.
CAROL
What’s wrong with you? You’ve bake longer than Bruce Forsythe on the MDMA?
BOB HATCHET
She’ll kill me if I say I’m working tomorrow.
CAROL
Jaysus. You can tell who wears the tracksuit bottoms in that relationship.
BOB HATCHET
Please can I have the day off Carol?
CAROL
People will think I’m going a bit soft in the head. But Christmas Day is grim enough without having to look at your aul sour bake. So you can take the day ya chancer ye. But I want you in all the earlier the next day!
BOB HATCHET
Thanks Carol. Merry Chris’mus Bob Hatchet sprints off into the bleak winter’s day before his employer has time to change her mind.
CAROL
Merry ballix!