*2043, Theatre Upstairs at the Royal Court (a well established subsidised “new writing” theatre in Sloane Square). It has been frugally adapted for living. There might be a compost toilet in the back, something for cooking. Three elderly squatters surround a heat source, eating Pigeon On A Stick, reminiscing. *

ARF: Prawn Mayo sandwiches!

		SHERBOURNE and OFFALY recoil in disgust

SHERBOURNE: We were vegans.

ARF: So was I… CORNETTOS!

OFFALY: They’re back now.

ARF: What?

OFFALY: They’re back now.

ARF: But- not with sugar and cocoa

OFFALY: Yeah, with sugar and cocoa.

SHERBOURNE: Yeah, but it’s Cadbury’s now, coz they were Quakers. So, like, socialist ice cream.

ARF: how. where did they get the sugar and cocoa from?

OFFALY: South America. It fell like two months ago.

ARF: South. South America… The whole of South America? Or just former Brazil?

SHERBOURNE: The whole of South America Arf. Fuck, I’m so sorry, we thought you knew

ARF: I NEVER FUCKING GO OUT DO I?!

OFFALY: I’m sorry.

ARF: Tell me what happened.

OFFALY: The SRUSA&C took it from the air. Fucking dropped robots from helicopters. Cleared people out, put them to work.

ARF: What was the justification?

		(pause)

SHERBOURNE: The American people wanted ice cream.

OFFALY: Fully Automated Luxury Communism

ARF: Fully automated luxury fucking communism.