Soy Yo


So… I’m looking for a new girlfriend.

Ideally she will be half French and half Japanese.
I don’t mind which half is which though – I’m not racist.

Difficult Woman


“You okay?

[ANGRY] “How dare he call me that?

[QUIETLY] “he d-

“‘Difficult woman?! Me?!

“He had a-

“He wouldn’t have called me difficult if I was a man.

“That’s true.

“Thank you.

“He’d have called you an arsehole.




“I was hoping it would be a success and they would become friends.

“Boris and Greta?


“You have the political outlook of a three year old Kyle.

“And yet I’m always right.

[SIGHS] “Dear God! [PAUSE] No! [PAUSE] But it is another thing I like about you.

Hanging out


“We used to do this assault course – like an obstacle race for big boys – and they’d throw these things called thunder-flashes at us – like big fireworks – not at us but near us: to teach us not to be distracted. “They’d try all sorts. [BEAT] One corporal shouted out, when I was halfway across a plank 30 feet in the air ‘Oi Mew! You’ve got your dick hanging out!’


“It’s impossible not to look. It’s just human nature. Even when you’re flying through the air.

[LAUGHS] What happened?

“As I hit the deck I thought ‘Even if I had, that was not the time to check.

[STILL LAUGHING] “Very good. I fail to see how it’s relevant though.

“The racket the brats upstairs make: I treat it like the thunder-flashes and use it to strengthen my focus.

[CHUCKLING] “Your dick’s hanging out la.

“Even if it was, now would not be the time to check.

I’m an idiot


I’m sorry OK? I can be a bit impatient sometimes. [BEAT] You’re just so slow.

“I am?

“You plural. All of you. [BEAT] You’re actually pretty fast.

“Really? You always treat me like I’m an idiot.

“I wasn’t saying that your mind ever goes anywhere clever sweetie,  just that it gets there quickly. [PAUSE] It’s one of the things I like about you.

“There are things you like about me? Like what? Really? What else?

“My favourite would be how good you are at knowing when not to push your luck.



“Ow! Why do you do that?

“Do what?

“That! Poke me.

“To get your attention.

“You had my attention! I was looking right at you!

“I don’t know Kyle, to get more of it?  Why?

“It’s really annoying.

“For whom?

“For me!

“And that’s relevant somehow is it?”


Grand Theft Auto

OK. So I’ve been playing GTA all night* and I have decided that it is a particularly dangerous game and should, at the very least, have a warning label.

Let me explain. It was after about 12 hours of merry mayhem – I make up my own stories and am not too into the whole violence side of the game; I’ll kill people if they irritate me or look at me funny or if I’m a bit bored, but otherwise I prefer to put on weight, dress in a shell suit, spend my nights gambling in the many casinos of Las Venturas and my days stealing police motorbikes and base-jumping off of anything I can find – Anyway I digress:

After a night of driving on the right, and looking to my left when crossing the street; I looked the wrong way when crossing the high street on my way to breakfast and nearly stepped in front of a taxi!

This game should be banned!

*San Andreas remastered, if you’re interested

Cheap perfume


“I don’t know where it came from, I think the boy upstairs is pulling some kind of scam; there’s like eight boxes of it.

“What’s it called?

“Gourmand Fleur de Blonde? Is it any good?

“Trust me la, if I wore that, you’d never want to sleep with me again.

[PAUSE] “You really don’t know me, do you?

I don’t even smoke


“Kyle? [PAUSE] You asleep la?


“I’m going for a cigarette.


“You want to join me?


[BEAT] “Do you need a minute to think of a better answer?