Scene One The Eighteenth Century. A grubby London street. A SWEEP enters, pushing a broom. DAWKINS, a ragamuffin beggar child watches. Dawkins: Spare a copper for a poor beggar boy, sir! Sweep: A copper? Me? You’ve got the wrong … Continue reading Sweeping Saga
Despite all appearances to the contrary, you, and me as well, aren’t actually the binary numbers you think us to be, but are in fact just ordinary base 10 numbers… Continue reading Non-binary
This was written as part of the ’28 Plays Later’ challenge, where participants have to write a play each day for the month of February. For this one, we were asked to write about the body and its parts. As … Continue reading Parts
This was written as part of the ’28 Plays Later’ challenge, where participants have to write a play each day for the month of February. For this one, we were given the opening line, and there was a bonus for … Continue reading The Feast
If you would be happy to explain the nature of the difficulties that you appear to be experiencing with your VKK matter transportation unit then I would be overjoyed to do everything that is at all within my power to bend over backwards to assist you with it. Continue reading Online assistance
You know what? What? I’m really happy. What? You know. Don’t you sometimes think that you should just come out and say it? I mean, we don’t give ourselves the chance do we? Just to say it. I am happy. … Continue reading How to be happy in a sad, sad world
Confusius: I hear they’ve let that Rolf Harris go, then. Exasperus: Let him go? Confusius: You know. After all them sexual assaults he done. They’ve let him go. Exasperus: Why did they let him go? Confusius: ‘Cos his barrister got … Continue reading Rolf revisited
Er… hello? Yes? Ah – oh, I’m sorry, I’m not sure I’m in the right place. I’m looking for… God? Yes… That’s me. Oh. Really? Yes, yes. I know, it usually throws people. Well, yes, I expect it … really? Yes, yes. It’s me God. You were probably expecting choirs of angels, clouds… …pearly gates… Yes, well, I don’t do that any more. Any more? It really isn’t – well, it doesn’t really get the reaction that one wants, if you know what I mean. So I’ve gone for this. What do you mean, ‘this’? Well, what you see. A … Continue reading God’ll Fix It
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