Monologues

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This Devil Ship (drama)

The story of doomed cosmonaut Vladimir Komarov.

‘What am I? Neither god nor hero; just a man. … Once I worked in, let’s say, a government posting at the Soviet space agency. My trade: lies, secrets, cover-ups. But one secret has preyed on my mind all these years. Now death beckons, it’s time to put the record straight. It cannot hurt me now.’

Alec Gilbert as the anonymous KGB officer. Courtesy Melbourne Writers’ Theatre.

First performed by Melbourne Writers’ Theatre, 2020.

The Case of the Mace (comedy)

What really happened to the Victorian Assembly’s missing parliamentary mace?

‘Oh Papa, I cannot tell a lie. Curiosity got the better of me. As soon as dear Crawley departed this morning, I slipped down to the cellar to search for the mysterious gift. It took me quite some time. Only Crawley would think of concealing it behind a rack of Madeira!’

First performed in the Madwomen Monologues, 2020

‘All three elements working so well together in this piece – great writing that builds the story well to a perfectly aha climax; an actor fully present and in control of the material that is well paced and wry knowing at the end; a director with a deft touch who doesn’t overcomplicate but lets the words shine. Well done all.’ -Natasha Boyd

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The Cosmonaut’s Child (drama)

The first spacewalk. As the cosmonaut ventures from the safety of the mothership, he reflects on the imminent birth of his child back home.

First performed in the Madwomen Monologues, 2019

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Me Big Day (drama)

Married at 13 to a 35 year-old-drunkard, Elizabeth Scott was the first woman hanged in the state of Victoria.

‘But I did try to be a good wife to Bob. I rubbed his feet an’ chest when his blood was sluggish. I emptied the chamber pot when he spewed the grog up. I dosed the children with laudanum to keep them quiet when he was in one of his rages. ‘I’m not long for this world,’ he’d cry. Well, he never spoke a truer word.’

First performed in the Madwomen Monologues, 2018

How Does Your Garden Grow (black comedy)

Mary is intrigued by the new neighbour, Mortimer De’Ath, whose cucumbers and tomatoes are so much more impressive than husband Rodney’s. However does he do it?

Stephanie King as Mary. Courtesy Melbourne Writers’ Theatre.

First performed by Melbourne Writers’ Theatre, 2016

‘Another highlight during the evening was Alison Knight’s How Does Your Garden Grow? Here we enjoyed a charming performance by Stephanie King, who expertly lulls us with her sweetness and innocence, to deliver a punchline that had us laughing darkly.’ J M Bowen.

The Unspeakable Beauty of Falling

First performed by Melbourne Writers’ Theatre, 2018

‘… the theme of falling is explored in The Unspeakable Beauty of Falling, by Alison Knight. Amongst other things this work conjures up the indelible image of the ‘falling man’ from the twin towers of 9/11. The writing is beautifully descriptive, particularly in relation to the costume with bat wings that Franz Reichelt wore when he plummeted to his death off the Eiffel Tower in 1912. Performer Ruth Katerelos’s voice is crystal clear, nicely modulated and appropriately expressive.’-Suzanne Sandow.

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Ruth Katerelos, courtesy Melbourne Writers’ Theatre.

Gertie

Gertrude from ‘Hamlet’ is reimagined as a Liverpool housewife with an emo son Hamlet. A pastiche of the opening monologue of ‘Shirley Valentine.’

Performed in the Madwomen Monologues, 2013, by a professional.

(Performed by me – sick with nerves – as part of the entertainment at the Shakespeare on the River Festival 2012 to an audience who appreciated the Bard, their beer and their Elizabethan banquet!)

Dog Star

Laika broadcasts a motivational speech to ‘peoples of Earth’ from a doggie afterlife.

‘Comrades, you will understand this was one giant leap for mankind. Just before I was placed in capsule of Sputnik 2, my attendants attached bag to my … fundament. I did protest at that. I had no intention of peeing at pivotal moment in history.’

Second Man

The story of Gherman Titov, the second man in space.

‘Do you know what Khrushchev said when he first heard my name? ‘Gherman – what sort of a name is that? Is he German?’… My father called me after a character in a Pushkin story. How bourgeois! Thanks, Dad! … And Gagarin was so very handsome. Just the sort of face you’d want to put on a postage stamp.