Fast Times

a space for the one-act plays
here are some of my favourites. authors anonymous sort of.

whiskers, whiskers again. by P frap

p: lonely
f: talk to the hand
p: ok
later..
p: satisfied
f: smoke
p:indeed

nameless, by toko loco

f: the pope's dead. i can't believe it. i feel so much catholic guilt. i really need to get to back to my roots and wear a massive crucifix for at least six months.
tk: really?
f: i'm confused about my sexuality
tk: really!
f: i'm going to mongolia/zambia/togo. tomorrow
tk: really?!
f: i have a crush on berlusconi
tk: *&*(&*(*&(

and finally. over to captain oats and one of the lines that will enter the annals of history

f: you need a shag
s:i don't want a shag. i just want things spelt correctly.