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Lulu Raczka

Nothing

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That I’d have seen it –

And I’d think –

That is f**king disgusting.

The world is f**king horrible.

I pledge to spend the rest of my life trying to change it.

But I wouldn’t have done that.


Nothing is much more than a series of monologues. It is about — among other things — customer service, crap television, cupcakes, shitting, sex, buses and stalking. From fury to boredom, Lulu Raczka (winner of the Sunday Times Young Playwriting Award) attempts to capture the apathy rampant in today’s youth. In a sparse production by Barrel Organ Theatre, the monologues are performed in an improvised cut, utilising the mechanisms of theatre to interrogate the structures in which we live.


Nothing opened with a short run in Leamington Spa, before heading to the National Student Drama Festival in April 2014 and winning four awards, including the Buzz Goodbody Student Director Award and the Award for Creative Risk.
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    I am supposed to be happy –
    Unconditionally.
    I couldn’t even contain it.
    I was so fucking.
    So I followed him home.
    I know.
    That’s weird.
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    I really needed to know who he lives with –
    Cause –
    Who fucking likes him?
    Seriously?
    Then –
    I woke up –
    In the middle of the night –
    Needing a shit.
    I thought this was an odd occurrence cause I’ve woken up for a piss before –
    But not to shit –
    That can usually wait till morning.
    Not that night though!!
    And I thought –
    And I’m not a person who usually cares for the whims of fate –
    But then I thought –
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    Not at the gate.
    No –
    I shat on his doorstep.
    He even had a mat.
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    Admit –
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    But seriously.
    Fuck.
    This.
    So this one morning,
    I’m standing there.
    The place is fucking empty and I’m not smiling, I’m not smiling –
    Because as I’ve said –
    I’m not happy.
    And this guy comes up to me –
    And he’s an asshole –
    The asshole –
    And he says –
    You know you could smile?
    He’s not my fucking superior –
    He’s actually worked there less time than me.
    And he just.
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    Then he was like –
    You look like you’re lining people up to kill them.
    And I just thought –
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    VANDAL: So I’m very angry.
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    No.
    But seriously –
    He’s actually.
    I’m at work –
    Which –
    By the way –
    At this particular moment –
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    Sometimes they were blue –
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    It was 6 in the morning.
    And you know what?
    I can kind of admit –

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