Roy Keane

The dialogue is Beckettian in spareness and repetition. (Ooh! I finally used that Eng. Lit. degree!) My role is the same in each setting, from a mountaintop monastery in Burma to an island in Laos to a market in Hanoi. My partners in the two-hander have been monks, fishermen, waiters, and hawkers.

   ‘Where are you from?’
   ‘Ireland.’
   ‘I-ya-lan. Ah. Roy Keane!’
   [Polite smile]‘Yes, football.’
   [Vigorous nod] ‘Yes. Football. Roy Keane!’
  [Silence.]