(Narration in brackets)
(JOE-JACK AND MAMMY'S LINE IN BLUE)
80's LAD LINES IN ORANGE)
(When Joe-jack awoke, it was still dark, climbing out of his chair, he gazed at the clock, the clocks where at 4 and 5 but they then went up to 12! TWELVE! But it was 2 o'clock when he went back to sleep! he counted every 15 minutes that past)
tick...tick
Quarer pasht
tick..tick
half pasht
tick...tick
Quar'er too
(tick..tick..DONG!)
THE HOUR ITSELF AND NUTHIN' ELSE!
(As before the room was lit-up by a light but instead of the harsh light of the fire it was the dull blue glow of the broken tv set. the screen repaired itself like a scarred tissue. the screen started to potray christmas films and specials.)
"Da telly's not broken at all, it's only showing Shite from da 80's.
DUUUUDDDDEE1 WHO ARE YOU CALLING A SHITE FROM THE 80'S?
(Stepping out the television the spirit took the form of 80's lad. Standing in a festive coloured version of his suit and a crown of holly topped by a backwards hat, he spoke.
DUDE!I am the, like, totally radical Ghost of Christmas Past?
-Long past?
No, Your Past, Dude!
-What is ye want?
-Not want,man! Provide!
-Provide what?
-Your Welfare!
Welfare? ye realise ye took da form of da little shite that might or might not be makin' Dem Tantalus Phones?
"your reclamation then" he replied "Walk with me!"
(the spirit drew the curtains and opened the double windows)
-Come!
Y'not serious! I cant fly!
Yes you can. All you have to do is jump!
(Joe-Jack climbed the couch and jumped, falling awkwardly on his guts!
AHAHAHAHA! DUDE!I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU FELL FOR THAT! WHAT A DWEEB!
(Joe-jack pointed his gun at him.)
Hey not cool, man! Fine you can hold my hand,NO HOMO!
Picking up Joe-Jack, the spirit let him fly 30 years into the past. 80's lad starts to sing "Walking in the air but his voice gets deeper.
"DUUUDDDE! I think my voice just broke!
Landing on a dirt road, they faced a pub. Joe-Jack's face lit up.
DIS...dis is Fitzy's pub!
You know this place?
Know it? i could walk the floor blindfolded.
"Ya know, dis is da first place oi gotz my first job as a bar-man, it was easy though, coz me Da was fiddle-playah in da pub band.
Going through the doors 2 men went through the two heroes.
"OH PUHLEASE! Everyone and it's sweet mama has read/seen christmas carol! Do i even have to explain?
(Inside there was a riotous party. Onstage Padraig was playing the fiddle while a young Joe-jack was tending bar. Until both DiCulchie men saw Mammie leaving with a well dressed handsome stranger.
"No Spirit" said Joe-Jack "Don't show what happens next."
the spirit stood stoically and stared coldly at him.
Please, i cant live again what happened, Please spirit, show Mercy!
I will show as much Mercy as you have shown in life!"
(under protest, the spirit teleported Joe-Jack to the guest rooms. In the Memory replayed, Padraig was cursing at Joe-Jack to open the door, he did and saw mammy and the Stranger in bed. Padraig ran in cursing, beating on this smarmy cad. Th first of many victims!)
Mammy,who woz dat man?
He woz one of our guests
Wot woz his name? TELL ME!
(CRYING) I Dunno HE WOZ FOREIGN!!
Why can't i change dis? Why bring me back if i cant change dis?
These are shadows of events past, you cannot do anything!
Then remove me from dis place, if you value my welfare and reclamation, then for my welfare reclaim me from dis place
(the room and spirit went out of focus and Joe-jack woke to see the broken tv, still broken crackling and changing channels automatically sending an eerie message.
Don't go anywhere!...Joe...Jack...Because...In An Hour...Another...Ghost....will Arrive!(before switching off for good!)
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