#76: London Underground

London Underground You want to go all the way to the end of the line just to see where it goes maybe one day you might actually fly out of Heathrow that’s the dream isn’t it? flying out of Heathrow to somewhere else Here’s great I really like it here but it’s nice to think […]

#72: Gag Reflex – Scratch

[A table, a chair, 3 glasses of water, a female actor, 2 bananas, a microphone and stand] [Philippa walks on; script already on table] [Philippa at table, with script, with microphone, protected by table.] Hello Hi I wasn’t supposed to do this by myself There were meant to be other people here To take the […]

#74: No grammar, no punctuation, just words.

She stands legs out hands in pictures the man at the altar bending his knees towards her He genuflects praising the Lord hoping for fulfilment but desperately he mutters only finding the priest who is all hands to God and saying Hail Mary full of grace etc etc Our Father who art in heaven etc […]

#73: How IT feels

[The water cooler, Monday morning] -Tim! -Binary! [TIM and JEFFERSON hug intensely like men. LITTLE G is wired into a computer at the back of the scene] -Oh that was a good night on Saturday! -Of course -BOOOST! -So much BOOST! -NO more Boost! -Too much Boost! [They laugh for a bit.] -Did you try […]

#71: Gag Reflex (Part 1)

“Now what’s interesting about this what’s interesting about this now is that we are in there with you. In that tunnel. We want to pull you out help your find your light. Help you see the stars.” [Music.] [Philippa is naked, but wrapped in a towel. There is a pile of dirty clothes on the […]

#70: Ahead Only

Dance forward in new notions And believe that no one watches.

#69: Humps for 260 yards

She’s probably on top and it’s complicated for her. We’re not sure who’s usurping who right now. They both chase each other up to the top before collapsing within all over. She’s breathing fast Almost panicking Not knowing The wanting is definitely waning The sun begins to appear in the window It looks good They […]

#68: Vomit

So I wanted to eat the last biscuit I felt it come back as I sunk into the floor I felt my body separate from my mind And I excuse myself in a thousand new ways Wandering through the middle into the darkness. They call it trip-hop because it breaks you in half and forces […]

#67: My Valentine

We were fighting over chicken – whether we should just bread it and bake. Cut it up into a stirfry with some vegetables. I’m fine with either. He can’t make up his mind. It’s a pointless discussion, fruitless. I’ve made a cheesecake that’s been sitting in the freezer for afterwards. I’m not sure if I […]

#66: Everything was here

The end of the world is marked with the end of time slow motion stationary stops. The end of time is the end of everything weeds grow over it. Something else exists in its place. Something else exists in its place. Empty bottles lie restless on worktops Shoes cast aside notes sit waiting for the […]

#65: General Manager

[An office. LINDA is sitting poised to make notes. QUENTIN ushers BARRY in. Everyone is in suits.] -Barry! Hi -Hi -Take a seat. -Thank you -Can I get you a coffee? -No, I’m good, thank you -Linda, bring Barry a coffee -Right away. -Thanks Linda. -Isn’t she great? -Yes, lovely. -Barry! -Quentin, sir, how are […]

#64: Car Crash

I wake up. I go asleep. I fall. I get up. I leave. I smoke. I take. I take. I take. I wake up somewhere else. I keep going. I change my outfit. I wake up. I take. I take. I take. I give. I give it all up. I go asleep. I leave. I […]

#63: Yellow Blue Purple

She shows me a flower and says a name I can’t make any sense of. I stand in front of the sign scrutinising the letters. Latin. Definitely Latin. She tells me the origin of the plant and shows me which stems to cut back so that it will grew back better this summer. It’s all […]

#62: I meet you and we chat about War and Peace.

I hear the ringing of the doorbell as I’m talking to myself in the mirror making sure that my face looks presentable. I light a few candles on the way through the dining room and answer the door. Henry. Yes, it’s Henry. He’s brought flowers. Of course. It clashes with the dress. Maybe I should […]

#61: Soapsuds

Here we are – washing up again. He’s got the tea towel in his hand. Smiling. That look on his face. I’ve drawn a moustache with soap suds on my upper lip. He laughs at me. We’re approaching the end of this bottle of wine and it’s time to maybe crack open another. We haven’t […]

#60: A New Perspective

[An interview room. Non-descript] [FRED and EZRA are facing one another.] -Did you think that then? -No -What were you thinking? -I don’t think I was thinking of anything -Yes -I guess I wanted to hurt someone -Is that something you’ve thought of for a long time? -I can’t remember -Did you get what you […]

#59: On a train, travelling backwards

I see different parts of the city today I travel backwards on the train I feel the buildings slipping out of my hands Into window after window after window of… Emerging from the blackness like a videogame screen The cityscape framed by my hair My hands on the controller Wrecking cars Eating dinosaurs Racing Marios […]

#58: The corrupt nature of the human mind

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#57: Oh Hell No

[Very fast delivery. Both playing on mobile phones and not really listening to one another.] -Oh hell no, girl! -You know what I’m saying! -Oh hell no! -You know what I’m saying! -You have to be – oh hell no! I will string him up! I will string him up to a plate and I […]

#56: Infinite Mess

-We speak in binary -But we understand the feeling of regret -Transposing it into song and envisioning a new future -That’s not the reason -You’re right -That’s not the reason we cannot organise this mess -It’s not a language that we don’t understand -We speak in many different languages -Because of requiring a private conversation […]