STAGE DIRECTION Lower a scrim with the compound word "no-win" printed in large letters. Behind it two men locked in a classic wrestling hold can be briefly perceived. Light fades before voice recommences.
VOICE
my cuadrilla
my cuban heel
a cup-of-tea, a cup-of-tea
more at sensibility
Of course it's different once you get to know him
Why reminisce in words when they only call up blank walls?