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After You’ve Gone

A stash of letters tells a family's story through the tumultuous decades of the 20th Century. From war to heartbreak, they reveal that life's never been easy as a teenager.

Setting(s)

Multiple: modern day teenage girl's bedroom, historical settings: church, trench in France, tenement flat in Leith, cinema, etc.  

First produced

June 2011. Directed by Steve Small.

Music

Use of letters & singing of traditional songs, recorded historical speeches

Cast Size

Mixed cast of 23: 8 male, 15 female (can be performed with less females)

Running Time

60 minutes

Recommended for audiences aged

12+

Script Extract:

John, Elspeth and Anna come on dancing the Dashing White Sergeant

John steps forward.

JENNY: Catch.

JOHN: Pardon?

Rugby ball thrown on stage, John catches it.

JOHN: John Rutherford. Captain of the George Watson’s first XV. Just turned 19. And newly married to my lovely cousin Elspeth.

He kisses Elspeth.

ELSPETH: Hello. Elspeth Rutherford nee Fraser.

ANNA: And me! And me! Anna Fraser. Back up from the dreaded boarding school for my hols!

The three pose.

Camera flash goes off.

MARCUS: She got married to her cousin?

JENNY: Um yeah.

MARCUS: Right.

He edges away slightly.

JENNY: Happened a lot back then.

MARCUS: Right.

JENNY: These photos were taken in just before they all went off to war.

MARCUS: But the war started in 1914?

BOY 1: And off we went to fields of France or to Gallipoli. With a swing in our step.

BOY 2: Like Peter Pan, ready for An Awfully Big Adventure.

BOTH: Taroo taraa! Huraah Huraah! (Sing) It’s a long way to Tipperary!

JENNY: But by 1916 the war had become an industrialised killing field. Thousands of men dying each day.

OFFICIAL 1: We have rather a gap to fill.

OFFICIAL 2: What’s the opposite of a surplus?

OFFICIAL 3: A deficit of men

OFFICIAL 1: So we’d better bring in Conscription.

OFFICIAL 2: And lower the age limit to 18

OFFICIAL 3: Yes, 18!

Official 2 and 3 wink at each other.

OFFICIAL 1: What a damned dirty war.

JENNY: But they still had no idea what they were going to

MINISTER: You’re country needs you boys! Now more than ever!

ROBERT: Abraham sacrificing his infant Isaac.

Postman/girl enters. The postman is 14 yrs old.

POSTMAN: Morning Robert.

ROBERT: Morning. Hang on when did you become the postie?

POSTMAN: When Mr Mackenzie went off to Palestine or somewhere.

ROBERT: Right.

POSTMAN: Beats school eh?

ROBERT: I suppose. It’s my…

POSTMAN: Birthday. I know. Many Happy Returns and all that. Well we’ve got a parcel, couple cards it looks like, and letter, kind of official looking.

ROBERT: Thankyou.

POSTMAN: Well, aren’t you going to open it then?

ROBERT: Yes.

POSTMAN: What is it?

ROBERT: I’ve been called up.

POSTMAN: Oh, sorry Rob.

Writer

Duncan Kidd

As a playwright Duncan has worked with Imaginate, Tramway, Active Inquiry, Out of the Blue, Village Pub Theatre, Charioteer Theatre and Piccolo Theatre, Milan.  He has presented a music show at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe and was the winner of the Rowan Tree Playwriting Competition 2013.

He has extensive experience working with young people aged 8-18 using a devising process. He has written and developed many scripts for and with children and young people for Strange Town and has worked in many primary schools throughout Scotland.

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