I guess if Beckett wrote it today, he'd have Vladimir and Estragon playing Angry Birds on their phones, joining in with #ruinasongtitlebytakingawayoneletter on Twitter, and checking Facebook to see if anyone had a ham sandwich for lunch.
I told the class I thought my title for the day's lesson 'Avoid the void' was crying out for someone to write a poem. It is? their faces said. No one leapt forward and yelled, 'Let me, let me!'
So I did it myself.
I read it to them today and they were singularly unimpressed. I did my best Irish accent, too, in honour of Beckett and that didn't impress them either ... *sulks* They did applaud, but only once I'd bowed in an exaggerated fashion and said, 'Thank you, thank you' so they really had no choice.
In the light of their lack of enthusiasm, I thought I'd
|When you're doing your A-levels, Mummy had told him, you might get to do Waiting for Godot with Fran.|