World's Worst Radio Play

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Mon, 2011-09-05 12:51

Anyone fancy the challenge of writing the worst radio play we possibly can? (It might prove a pleasant relief from trying to be good at this stuff..)

Let's state the obvious! One chiche is never enough! Realistic dialogue is for idiots! Just take a line each and give it your worst!

If I may begin with a personal favourite:

Lady Corset VonWositt:
'My God, Philip, that revolver in you hand is pointed right at me!'

Mon, 2011-09-05 19:15

TheShyAssassin

"Of course my dear Verandah. Did you really think I'd forgotten that night in Llandudno? Do you honestly think I will ever forget it?"

Tue, 2011-09-06 08:23

Highhat

"I can't believe you didn't like the creamy silk scarf I was wearing, Philip"

Tue, 2011-09-06 10:39

fatboy74

"Please don't Verandah, it's too late for that now - you know I always adored the sheen of that golden hemorrhage across your moonlit skin...my God, did the Irish Sea ever look so divine?"

Tue, 2011-09-06 13:47

Highhat

"How can you speak of the sea at such a moment? It seems so irrelevant all the while I am trying to count these roseberry beads "

Tue, 2011-09-06 13:47

Highhat

" Phlip"

Tue, 2011-09-06 16:28

Highhat

"Really I've never seen YOU before. What the hell are you doing in my chalop?It's only for immigrants like me! OUT!! And point that gun at yourself, you moron"

Wed, 2011-09-07 00:28

Savx

"Honestly, how did this gun get in my hand? Ugh, I never know anything anymore"

Sav

Thu, 2011-09-08 12:30

lenchenelf

Hah, your mind folds like an intricate napkin in these situations darling, a perfect complement to your flock wallpaper bodice. That reminds me, we're unfashionably late for dinner.

Thu, 2011-09-08 17:42

#10

Highhat

I had napkins for breakfast sweetheart and these boots are killing me. Do you think they would mind if I went to the cellar party on bare feet?

Thu, 2011-09-08 18:06

#11

maisie

"Oh Philip! I believe I have dropped the besds..."

maisie Guess what? I'm still alive!

Fri, 2011-09-23 17:51

#12

Highhat

I used to have faith in you David- that is your name isn't it? I seem so engulfed in these beads.. it's such fun counting them. So relaxing

Fri, 2011-09-23 22:11

#13

lenchenelf

Soft my sweet, deal with what is to hand; your love of the cryptic and the grape may be piqued by the clue among the lees in this one. How charming, Phillip, it's your lost script........

Sat, 2011-09-24 06:34

#14

Highhat

Yes dear Roseberry I thought my script had been stolen but here it is and really dear I don't care much for grapes but the cryptic does taste good with a bottle of wine. Hic

Sat, 2011-09-24 12:11

#15

Highhat

My dear Phlip,Do you think I am completely comatose- of course I brought the gypsies! I'll tell you a wee secret: I wouldn't be counting beads if I hadn't brought the gypsies! Now give me that gun so I can shoot someone!

Wed, 2011-09-28 03:14

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Savx

What gun? Oh ya, this one. Sorry, but I accidentally shot your foot when I was picking up another bead. Apparently that was the last bullet, 'cause... what was that again? Savannah

Sav

Wed, 2011-09-28 12:36

#17

lenchenelf

Dearest, you've just shot the famous toe-tapping lead tapdancer with Humphrey's wandering band of minstrels! My foot, however, is about to connect with your valuables...and I don't mean the roseberry beads....

Wed, 2011-09-28 12:56

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lenchenelf

That scampering gaggle of eccentrics and luminaries are currently paddling in the Irish Sea. You told them of the roseberry oyster bed in one of your marmite induced frenzies...and he is a she, where are your spectacles....

Wed, 2011-09-28 15:01

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lenchenelf

It is a Dark Stormy Night I grant you my peach, you may have the truth of it, a vampire unable to check his/her look in a mirror. What now, oh, 's'he protests that as yet, no one has mentioned The War......

Wed, 2011-09-28 18:51

#20

Highhat

The War of football heroes? Well I thought s'he'd forgotten that. Goes to show what sort of memory vampires have!

Wed, 2011-09-28 21:00

#21

Fat Dwarf

Oh no, it's just the Old Master in a dark and stormy nightie. Grant me your peach, my figgyblossom, and I will plant the stone as a symbol of our enduring game of hide and seek.

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