Wedding Rehearsal

A TV PRODUCER talks the latest young royals through their positions for the big day. They are attentive, eager to please. It must be played completely straight, with no undue emphasis.

 

PRODUCER:  Okay sir, so you get to the altar, in long shot, with the best man about here, right?

PRINCE:         Right.

PRODUCER:  And your gracious mother and father about here.

PRINCE:         Ma and pa over there.

PRODUCER:  Quick kneel and pray. ‘Bless us, oh Holy Father’, all that.

PRINCE:         Just a quickie.

PRODUCER:  Then at this point, Queen fucks off back to her pew ready for the bride’s entrance.

PRINCE:         Queen fucks off, yes.

PRODUCER:  King fucks off with her.

PRINCE:         Pater fucks off with, right.

PRODUCER:  Wife comes stonking down – (greeting congregation) ‘Morning, morning.’ Ends up standing about here, okay?

PRINCE:         Excellent.

PRINCESS:    Where is my mother at this point?

PRODUCER:  Well, she’s already fucked off over here, yeah?

PRINCESS:    Got it.

PRODUCER:  Then when your dad’s got you to this point, he fucks off to here.

PRINCESS:    Yes.

PRODUCER:  ’Course, the bridesmaids have already fucked off by the time you reach this point.

PRINCESS:    They fuck off just inside the nave?

PRODUCER:  They fuck off just inside the nave, right. We’ll have a close-up of them to please all their mummies. 

PRINCE:         And what about my grandmother?

PRODUCER:  Well, she’s already safely fucked off out of it before you come in. She won’t be a problem.

PRINCE:         Great.

PRODUCER:  Okay, quick recap. Queen fucks off here.

PRINCE:         Queen fucks off.

PRODUCER:  Bridesmaids fuck off here.

PRINCESS:    Fuck off, bridesmaids.

PRINCE:         We do the doings.

PRODUCER:  ‘With my body, blah blah.’

PRINCESS:    Then we all fuck off back up the Palace. 

PRODUCER:  For the piss-up, right.

PRINCE:         Splendid. Just as well to get it straight, isn’t it, darling?

PRINCESS:    Rather. Don’t want any fuck-ups spoiling the dignity of the occasion do we?


PS

I bloody loved writing this one. I think it was Charles and Diana. The show I wrote it for rejected it. Still don’t know why. But I’ll only really be happy when it ceases to have any relevance at all.

 
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