The Brexit Laments ACT I: AMANDA’S ABANDONED LASAGNE Scene: a Civil Servant is alone in a dimly lit room. She is working at a furious pace. The rest of the room is full of empty desks stacked with piles of paper at varying angles. For some minutes all we hear is the clatter of her fingers on the keyboard. After some time she stands. CIVIL SERVANT: I can’t be doing with this I have to get home I have to make tea I’ve been here three years And I’ve barely got started There’s no time to transfer There’s no real scope And I’ve an Aldi lasagne In the fridge at home I was going to make My own garlic bread I’ve got a Jamie Oliver recipe I can’t Be doing with this She circles the room, gracefully, expressively, before tripping on a filing cabinet as a parade of cleaners enters the room. CIVIL SERVANT Bugger The cleaners begin to sing. There’s some dance business with mop handles and bucket. You know, like those annoying peop...