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    Little Gem (NHB Modern Plays)
    Little Gem (NHB Modern Plays)
    Little Gem (NHB Modern Plays)
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    Little Gem (NHB Modern Plays)

    By Elaine Murphy

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    Love, sex, birth, death and salsa classes. Three generations of women. One extraordinary year.
    Amber has fierce bad indigestion and the sambucas aren't getting rid of it. Lorraine attacks a customer and her boss wants her to see a psychiatrist. Kay's got an itch 'down there' that Gem can't scratch. And if all that wasn't bad enough, Little Gem makes his presence felt and - well - life is never the same again.
    Winner of the Carol Tambor Best of Edinburgh Award 2009, BBC Northern Ireland Drama Award in Association with the Stewart Parker Trust, and Fishamble Award for Best New Irish Writing.
    'delightful... a play that, like its characters, gurgles and giggles with life even in the face of death' Guardian
    'made me laugh and cry with pleasure... It's a blast' Time Out
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherNick Hern Books
    Release dateAug 21, 2014
    ISBN9781780013268
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      Little Gem (NHB Modern Plays) - Elaine Murphy

      ONE

      Amber

      Jo’s head is hanging out the window as the Hummer pulls up to the kerb. Thank God, I thought we were never going to get out of here with the amount of bleedin’ paparazzi. The neighbours are all jammed into the living room having a drink, cos they’ve nothing better to do on a Wednesday night. They think my dress is massive, my false tan looks real natural and my hair is holding up lovely. In fairness I doubt a hurricane could move it, there’s that much spray in it. Let a roar at my ma. She’s sewing on the orchid Paul brought me, but missed the strap and got my chest instead. My nanny’s over now, dabbing the spot of blood away with a tissue. They’re all wrecking my head, pulling out of me. Tell me ma, I just saw Marian’s little one squash an egg mayonnaise sandwich down the back of her new leather sofa. She’s gone like a hot snot, armed with a J Cloth and Cillit Bang. The neighbours keep asking who my fella is… That’s the one good thing about tonight; everyone finally gets to see Paul. I swear, I think my ma was starting to wonder if he existed at all. He turned around the other week and said he wasn’t going. Thinks ‘The Debs’ is a rip-off; his one last year was shite. Nearly knocked him out. Who else was I supposed to ask, two weeks before? Anyone half-decent was already going. He looks deadly though. All the other spa’s will be wearing tuxes and cummerbunds, but he’s wearing this massive suit with diamond studs in his ears. He’s chatting away to my granda – well, more likely nodding away cos you can’t get a word in edgeways with him and Paul probably hasn’t a clue what he’s saying anyway. Ask him to grab my bag for me cos he looks like he needs saving and I can’t pick up anything with these false nails. My best mate Jo finally gets through the front door. The neighbours are all over her now, saying she looks gorgeous, but they’re really looking for an excuse to get to the other side of the room. My nanny’s after bringing out more sausage rolls and they’re trying not to look like total hungas. Jo’s da followed the Hummer in his Fiesta. She’s giving out yards telling him to get the bleedin’ camcorder out of her face. She asked our mate Dean to go with her. He thinks his Lotto numbers have come up. She’s no interest. Lewis Lawlor said he’d go with Tania Keogh ages ago and she’s hoping they both ditch their dates when they get there. Finally get outside and pose at the car for a few more photos. Jo’s da tries to get in the Hummer with us but we push him out, enough’s a-bleedin’ nuff. He joins the neighbours and me ma on the path to wave us all off. My nanny and granda pull back the curtains and wave from the living-room window. Jo pours me a glass of champers and tells me it’s the dear stuff – not that I’d know, I’m already a bit giddy from the couple of cans I had in the house. My ma is piking me out of it through the window: (Mouthing.) ‘Go easy.’

      Samantha and Robbie have been holding seats for us at the table. Feel a bit sorry for Robbie, he must be twenty-five and here he is dressed like a dog’s dinner, feeling awkward as fuck around all of us. It was real handy having him around when we were in school, always buying drink and never expected the round back. Send Paul off to the bar – won’t start stinging Robbie yet. Ask Jo what she thinks of Paul’s suit, she says it’s lovely but the earrings are a bit poncey. My eyes keep wandering over to him as he’s waiting to be served. This tall blonde bird stands beside him and smiles. They obviously know each other because they start chatting away. She’s leaning in to him, shouting into his ear. He’s stepping forward pretending he can’t hear her, but he’s really looking down her top, checking to see if she’s all wonder and no bap. Ask Samantha: ‘Who’s yer one?’

      Jo nudges me, asks what’s wrong?

      ‘Indigestion.’

      ‘Sambucas!’

      Follow her to the bar at the end of the room. Skull three shots each, and are back at the table by the time Paul brings over our drink. Paul sits down beside me and takes a big gulp of his pint.

      Put my hand over his and say: ‘Thanks for coming.’ He says: ‘It’s cool,’ moves his hand, leans back into his chair and watches

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