INT. STATION. NIGHT
As if by chance, or perhaps the workings of the networks of the beyond, several members of the group meet on the escalators at Clapham Common station. Luck and happiness and we walk towards Andrea's house.
One by One various members of Lab Group D walk through the big black gates into the warm candle light.
INT. ANDREAS. NIGHT
Nourishments are presented and laid onto the crystal table. Everyone gathers round making chitchat and nibbling elegantly. We are introduced to two new members of the group Rosie and Jazz. They are now essential players in the meeting.
Group disperses around the house.
Orianna and Sophia are cutting carrots in the kitchen.
Andrea intermittently makes tours of her abode while trying to find the corkscrew. When the elegant machine is revealed all the group marvel at its ingenuity.
Goblets of wine are filled then emptied and the cameras click and tapes record the conversation. The last member of the group to arrive is M. Barnaby, with a large crate of claret.
Remarks are made about how the group has finally made a dinner party. Tentative discussions begin about the presentation and are quickly dissolved by salsa dip, Midori's yummy rice and the smell of burning salad bowls.
David says that in Mexican culture the size of the hoop earrings indicates the sluttishness of the wearer. Andrea has large ones. She removes them and Barney wears them.
10.22pm With the profusion and consumption of reds and pinks on the dining table headed by Cristobal, it brings to mind a Warholian interpretation of The Last Supper; but in the words of Hayley Mills in the film Whistle Down The Wind - "thats not Jesus it's just a fella!"
After the extravagant meal of potato salad and Skittles on a plate we repair to the upstairs lounge where a projector is lit but not used, the record player is spinning but not playing and Kegham is absent but not forgotten. On that note, a seance is suggested and a phonecall made. We receive answers from Kegham, who is communicating from beyond the Mediteranean about Zars, the possiblity of resurrection and Nicholas Sarkosy.
Meanwhile, Orianna urges David to coax the cat from behind the couch using some sort of toy. All tries prove unsuccessful, until the idea of lying to the cat is tried. With (false) promises of lasagna and a world free of Mondays, the cat finally emerges from behind the couch.
Alas, while behind the couch the cat has ample opportunity to sample some Barney Wine which Sophia has unwittingly spilled and neglected to clean away.
Not used to these more bacchanalian pleasures, Rose (the cat) enters into a state of wild confusion... stumbling over her own feet she fell into Flavia's Lap
Rosie is not the only one in a state of wild confusion. So is Jazz. So are some of the group. This is the ideal moment to plan the presentation.
We contemplate the séance, the unknown, the beyond…
We ask ourselves: What were we thinking? And Will Kegham be at the presentation? To Postcard or not to Postcard?
FIN
