Displays a play!
1983, (10m 5w play 59 characters)
on the biography of CYNTHIA PAYNE by Paul Bailey. PAYNE ran 'a house
of sex' in Streatham. It was characterised by its absence of seediness.
She wanted to provide a happy service. It was a 'fun' house to which
people came and relaxed and went off with a girl every so often. CYNTHIA
PAYNE was busted but made such a good impression in court that she
subsequently became a minor celebrity.
Wesker's adaptation, for reasons completely incomprehensible
to him, roused the wrath of Paul Bailey who vetoed the play ever
being performed. Nor has it been published.
you're as plain as a bloody pikestaff but in bed you're mercurial,
anyone ever tell you? She's here, she's there, she's every bloody
where. Full of surprises! Never know where she's coming from next.
Not like my first Earl's Court experience. Imagine! My Jewish dad
with his brilliant Jewish son, all ready and bright enough to be a
doctor but look - no legs! Still, never mind, he has a mind has this
son. With philosophic bent. Reads Plato, Spinoza, Hegel, Kant - but
can't get cunt! So, 'dad' I say, 'help! I'll get the degrees, you
find a way to ease this tumescent, circumcised spectre I see before
me, its handle towards my hand'. 'Son' he says, 'my heart is heavy'.
You know how Jewish fathers are - heavy. Heavy and sad with this burden
God's given them. So Dad buys a magazine, finds an address on the
Earl's Court Road, manoeuvres son and wheelchair down steps, tells
this overworked sexual therapist he'll call back in an hour, and leaves
me there … can you imagine?"