Thursday, 29 April 2010

Series 2.8



How Often She Has Gazed
Ashley: The evening hour is fading within the dwindling sun, and in a lonely moment those embers will be gone.

Tuesday, 27 April 2010

Sunday, 25 April 2010

Series 2.6



Therapist: Ashley! I'm your doctor. You know who I am. We've been at this for months. Please stay with me.
Ashley: Can you see the real me, doctor?
Therapist: Yes -- can you? Use your own words. If you can't show me some progress, I'll be forced to put you into state custody. How can I help you? Please, Ashley. Tell me what you need.
Ashley: Send back my dream test baby. [written: She's my main feature.]

Friday, 23 April 2010

Series 2.5



Therapist: Hello Ashley. How are you today?
Ashley: There's no point in asking. I'm pretty vacant.
Therapist: At our last session you presented as a teenager in your room in Holland Park.
Ashley: Yes! London! That's where I'm from.
Therapist: No, you're not. You've never been to London. You're in Immaculate Heart Hospital, in Dayton Ohio. Ashley, I can't help you if you continue to retreat into these fantasies.
Ashley: Yeah? Well piss off! Who are you?

Sunday, 18 April 2010

Series 2.4



Ashley: Letting the days go by . . . oh no! Wait! How did I get here?

Friday, 16 April 2010

Series 2.3



Ashley: One of my earliest memories is hearing mum play Armed Forces by Elvis Costello.
I knew about Elvis Presley but this was something altogether more complicated.
I was sure Costello must've been years before Presley.
I thought progress was things getting simpler as time went on.

One lonely night in Ladbroke Grove


One lonely night in Ladbroke Grove.

Wednesday, 14 April 2010

Spotlit in a palace



Spotlit in a palace. Shielded from dust.

Series 2.2



Ashley: Down in the bunkers of the crust of the earth.
Destination of the override.
Scanning the wild wind through the phones and desks and screens.
Burning rubber and smoke in my eyes.

Monday, 12 April 2010

Series 2.1



Ashley: Everyone gets armbands! And 3-D glasses!
Victoria: Oh dear . . .
Silvia: . . . she's at it again.
Nicola: I'll get the kettle on.