Paris, Helen, Hector, Achilles, hack hack.

Heat wave occurred, people went berserk.

Here's a poignant little one act play. The dialogue is only 2 words but I've used the (6) word count on the actual script and directions:

McCain: Oh bummer! (palin' into insignificance)

If anyone is interested in staging this; royalties are contingent upon the degree of grovelling done in the asking - although I'd really only be open to major companies such as the RSC (Royal Shakespeare Co), NYTE (New York Theatre Ensemble) or the RAWBUT (Riverina Assoc. of Wind-Breakers Union of Theatrics).

Pleb no-hopers with unlimited vision but limited dollars please do not apply.

That takes me out of the equation!

(Maybe will do an underground version... <plots>)

Unseasonal Heat Wave, People puddles everywhere.
(BH, my imitation is the sincerest form of fflattery)

(I didn't create this daft Melburnian weather! What I want to know why the sun is always on the driver's side, it nearly welded me to the car).

Onset of summer spawned mango madness.




<Hides mango skins under seat>



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Rain soothes tempers, people sleep again.

Only Paul survives. Or does he?

Victorian sun welds? Move to Adelaide.

or

Murder in cowshed. Who Flung Dung?

or

Murder in the Battery. Electrodes charged.

Sneezing outlawed. No more panky hankies.

Sun begins expanding. Water restrictions imposed.

Meanwhile, Jasper is writing his book.

Christmas holidays. Santa. Venison for dinner.

Modem went bang, replacement arrived today!

Back to the old drawing board!

The Doctor looks younger than before.

We are grown older, you know!

Home from California. Much snow. Brrrrr.

Quantum butterfly killed. No more hurricanes.**



**[[I dunno if this is original. I couldn't see it here but it may have crept in through my open mind policy from another thread.]]



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Spring approaches. Winter refuses to leave.