Saul at sixty

In hibernation and a huff.

No work for six months.

Will I have to invent an illness as explanation?

My desires are simple — a pot of

English breakfast tea, a piece of nougat.

I can’t affect ‘a lifestyle’.

I am sick, though, of this view.

Brick wall. Drainpipe. Grey tracksuit pants on clothes line.

Norbert hasn’t telephoned. Best get a new agent.

Tony will know someone. 

Introduce my name into conversations.

‘The theatre needs invigoration.’ That sort of thing.

Young. Is that plausible?

I can play young. The wonders of makeup.

What do I want to read?

I want to read a script.