Book Description
A stage script of a farce set in country pub
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Two police officers from Scotland Yard have been called to a remote country town to try and explain a bizarre series of break-ins without any thefts. However, because of lack of road signs they end up lost at an even more remote country pub, The Farmer's Pickle. So why are the locals all acting so very strangely? Could it be that the local poacher doesn't want to be caught in the act of supplying pheasant to the pub, or could it be that his grandson doesn't want anyone to know he is making cider in the forgotten cellar under the pub? One of the main reasons seems to be that they are all terrified of the Valkerian landlady. All this very furtive behaviour is not missed by the visiting keen young police sergeant, but is completely lost on the old duffer that is her Chief Superintendent. Even the fact that his wife is in the pub to meet another man, on business, is lost on him. However this is the night that things do boil over though. The fermenting cider in the cellar explodes and everyone has to notice that. All this is too much for the poor landlady; blaming her husband for their woes, she starts chasing him around the pub with various implements of torture eventually setting fire to his trousers. As the poacher and his grandson try to avoid the police and the young sergeant misinterprets her boss’s wife’s actions the pub is engulfed in manic farce.
A stage script of a farce set in country pub
Product Description
Two police officers from Scotland Yard have been called to a remote country town to try and explain a bizarre series of break-ins without any thefts. However, because of lack of road signs they end up lost at an even more remote country pub, The Farmer's Pickle. So why are the locals all acting so very strangely? Could it be that the local poacher doesn't want to be caught in the act of supplying pheasant to the pub, or could it be that his grandson doesn't want anyone to know he is making cider in the forgotten cellar under the pub? One of the main reasons seems to be that they are all terrified of the Valkerian landlady. All this very furtive behaviour is not missed by the visiting keen young police sergeant, but is completely lost on the old duffer that is her Chief Superintendent. Even the fact that his wife is in the pub to meet another man, on business, is lost on him. However this is the night that things do boil over though. The fermenting cider in the cellar explodes and everyone has to notice that. All this is too much for the poor landlady; blaming her husband for their woes, she starts chasing him around the pub with various implements of torture eventually setting fire to his trousers. As the poacher and his grandson try to avoid the police and the young sergeant misinterprets her boss’s wife’s actions the pub is engulfed in manic farce.
