Last night's monologue had Rhys Ifans as Huw, a lonely Welsh farmer advertising for a wife. He says that any prospective wife will live a life like in Dallas. Well, without the hats and without the oil and without the cars or the money. But they'll live on a farmstead with him and his dying mother.
He told us how he was from 6 generations of lonely Welsh farmers and that in each generation the mother seems to have hung on for just long enough to see the next generation born. His grandma died just after he was christened. His grandma died from a deliberate overdose of ergot infected bread. She died with a smile on her face.
He tells us how with all the damp weather and poor harvests they get a lot of ergot on their wheat and that they often make bread from it. In small doses it's like LSD or magic mushrooms. But you mustn't have too much of it.
Reflecting over his life he recalls how his Dad died when a tractor rolled over onto him. Was it an accident or had his Dad had enough?
He recalls how they used to have a larger flock of sheep and how there were a lot more sheep in the area and the "Sundowners" used to come over from Australia and New Zealand to shear them. He recalls being taught how to shear by one handsome young Maori. They got on so well that this chap stayed on the farm for 6 weeks and there was quite a bit of homoerotic play (at least) between them. But when he left, Huw couldn't go with him because he had to look after the farm, and his Mam.
And now he's advertising for a wife so that his Mam can die happy. He gets one response and gets dressed up and goes to meet her. When he gets back he tells us "She was very emotional ... the emotion was mainly repulsion"
But soon after that, hia mother dies. It seems that she accidentally ate a lot of ergot infested bread. The doctor's OK with this and ascribes it to complications of her ongoing condition. It's the sort of accident that happens quite often in this sort of situation.
And Huw has decided to sell the farm and go travelling. He might even go to New Zealand and look up a certain Maori sheep shearer.
Another good monologue. A bit more moving around than with Sheila Hancock's one. But she was confined to a wheelchair. There was also more comedy in this one. But Rhys was very good. He has the power to hold your attention without needing to do much and he can convey his emotions with the smallest gesture.
Bob Hoskins tonight at 10:45
Steve