The Prodger is a one act play set in a village bar, Lismore, Co. Waterford, 1964, written by me - Tina Noonan.
Mick Donnelly’s pub is empty but for Fr Tom asleep at the bar, when Coleman and Johnny burst in with a bang from a howling night outside and into the dark lit pub with only a red light from a Sacred Heart picture. Mick wants them Out! but their arrival has disturbed a sleeping Fr Tom which allows Johnny one last drink before time. The clock is ticking but the clock is broken. There’s talk of a local murder, a horse race, a woman. Then a gun shot is heard in the distance and Johnny is back to a cold field in France, November 1916.
The Prodger is in memory of my father’s Uncle who signed up as a private for the Royal Munster Fusiliers in 1914, served in France, was promoted to Lance corporal but lost a leg from a shrapnel wound, woke up in a morgue and then spent several years recuperating in Military Hospitals in Leopardstown and Bray before he was discharged and returned to Lismore in 1924. He never married, he never had children but lived to be a good old age despite suffering from flashbacks all his life.
I am producing, promoting, funding The Prodger entirely myself.
I am raising the funds to assist with printing, marketing, promoting, props, venue costs, stage construction, materials, costumes, cast, lighting & sound hire, tea, cakes, biscuits, Star Bars and sandwiches and to ensure The Prodger is given the production it deserves and has a full life after its week in The New Theatre.
This is my first stage play, propelled to date by the belief in the magic that The Prodger exudes and attracts.
P.S. The real prodger is back in Lismore, after a stint in Cork helping out an elderly lady with a bad hip. So we may be able to have the real prodger up in Dublin for the show in February. Plans also a foot to get the Duke of Devonshire, (Lismore Castle), to pop up and see it.
About me, the writer:
When I was 10 years old I used to write and produce my own plays, and audition my friends to act in it. Charge in and have a mark up on the penny sweets. Worked a treat. I was often told “you should write”, but what? Then in 2005 a friend in Greystones gave me a leaflet for a Monday Night Creative Writing Class ordered me to stop talking about it and do it, and I did.
I was shortlisted for a P J O’Connor Radio Award in 2007, for my radio play Leonie Summers Night, a member of Solar Theatre’s writers workshops, a few Listowel Writers Weeks and a pop-in-and-out of Abraxus writing group. I live in Wicklow with my daughter.
Thanks so much for reading this, and any support you can give is really appreciated!