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Adult Supervision
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'I keep trying to find something a bit exotic in my family tree. Best I could do was a great-grandma who looks a bit tanned in the old photos.' US election night 2008. A smart inner-London 'village'. For white ex-lawyer Natasha, adoptive mother to two Ethiopian children, tonight is the ideal opportunity to get to know the small handful of other 'mothers of children of colour' at their smart private school. But as the Obamatinis start to flow, the middle-class veneer begins to crack and Natasha's carefully planned social occasion quickly unravels. Lifting the lid on a stew of racial tensions and social embarrassments, this is a hilarious, provocative and brilliantly insightful look at the new 'Beige Britain'.
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ACT ONE
Around midnight, 4 November 2008. A luxurious, immaculate and very masculine āmedia roomā at the top of NATASHAās Victorian family house. A few completely incongruous African touches: the odd throw, maybe a propped-up painting. An oversized exotic floral arrangement in a vase. But from the way the room is decorated, itās clear that it was supposed to be starkly minimalist. There is a tray of cocktails and an array of beautifully presented African dishes.
Loud music: āSo Whatā by Pink:
āI got a brand new attitude
And Iām gonna wear it tonight
Iām gonna get in trouble
I wanna start a fight
Na-na-na-na, na-na, na
I wanna start a fight
Na-na-na-na, na-na, na
I wanna start a fightā
And Iām gonna wear it tonight
Iām gonna get in trouble
I wanna start a fight
Na-na-na-na, na-na, na
I wanna start a fight
Na-na-na-na, na-na, na
I wanna start a fightā
As NATASHA bustles in the music shuts off abruptly, replaced by TV commentary blaring out the US election night coverage.
She is carrying a framed photo of two beautiful black children, and huge African terracotta sculpture of a child.
With difficulty, she puts down the photo then tries out various positions for the artefact, while glancing up regularly at a huge TV screen which hangs on the fourth wall.
IZZY, dressed in very girlish pyjamas and wearing a Barack Obama mask, creeps in silently, comes up behind NATASHA and pinches her bum.
IZZY: Yes we CAN!
Itās a two-stage shock for NATASHA. First, she leaps out of her skin and drops the ornament, which smashes into a million pieces. Then, she turns to face a masked figure in pyjamas, which almost gives her a heart attack.
NATASHA: (Grabbing the remote, muting the TV.) Aaaah! Oh! Jesus Christ, Izzy!
IZZY: (Unmasking.) Oh god! Oh god Tash Iām sorry! Oh God Iām an idiot. Shit. Shitting shit.
NATASHA: Oh god Izzy have you any idea what this cost?
IZZY: Iāll pay for it obviously Iāll pay for it, Iāll replace it, Iām so sorry Tash ... God, this room!
NATASHA: Itās from Addis Ababa!
IZZY: Oh. Iām so sorry, it must have meant a lot to you ā¦
NATASHA: Well thereās nothing we can do now.
IZZY: Maybe somebody could, you know, glue it back together again ...
NATASHA gives IZZY a withering look.
Yes, well, no, probably not. Oh god.
NATASHA: Izzy. Youāre wearing pyjamas.
IZZY: Yeah! Itās a pyjama party!
Itās not a pyjama party.
But you said! We talked about it!
NATASHA: (Attempting to clear up.) You talked about it.
IZZY: But itās such a good idea! Look, I brought ā¦ a midnight feast! Iāve never been to a party this late before!
IZZY tips out the contents of her bag: apparently a sweetshopās entire supply of junk. NATASHA stops what sheās doing, looks in utter despair at the chaos IZZY has managed to introduce in only a few seconds in her home.
Flying saucers, sherbert dibdabs, remember them? Marshmallows! I thought we could snuggle up and have cocoa or something. Itās such a good ice breaker, you know, seeing as we donāt know the others so well.
NATASHA: Izzy. I gave up sugar six months ago, you know that. Mood swings, binges! Iām doing cocktails and an Ethiopian buffet. Look. Can we just put your ... stuff in ... um ... (She casts around for something. There is only a black binbag.) ... here. For now. (She stuffs them away behind the sofa, well out of sight.)
IZZY: Oh. Right. Ok. Right, let me ... (She tries to help NATASHA clear up the mess from the breakage, but just manages to get in the way.)
NATASHA: Look ā just ā Go and get the brush and dustpan, will you?
IZZY: Right!
NATASHA: Top of the cellar.
IZZY: (Re-masking on her way out.) You got it!
NATASHA: Oh for godās sake. You didnāt have to black up as well.
IZZY turns back, crestfallen. Takes the mask off, looks at it with dismay. Goes.
NATASHA quickly and silently shuts the door again behind IZZY. Breathes deeply, centres herself. Surveys the room. Goes back to picking up the broken pieces.
Suddenly MO bursts in, brandishing a baby monitor.
MO: Mummies one, babies nil! (Sees the mess.) Woah! What happened in here?
NATASHA: Itās fine, everythingās fine, just a little ... you know ...
Mo, could you shut the door?
MO: Our two little ASBO contenders down there are dead to the world. Like this. (She does an unattractive āsleeping faceā.) Snotty little savages.
NATASHA: (Quietly, smiling.) Not ... savages.
MO: Thanks for letting Eve stay over, itās such an adventure. Whereās your friend in the nightwear? I saw her out the window and let her in, hope thatās ok.
NATASHA: Gone to get something to clear this up. (Looks helplessly at the mess again.) God! This is ... not a good start.
MO: Something precious?
NATASHA: I think Iāll be better if I donāt talk about it.
MO: Ooh. All right. Ok. Well. Great idea, this.
NATASHA: Oh! Drink. ...
Table of contents
- Cover
- Half-title Page
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Contents
- Dedication
- Characters
- Act One
- Act Two