The Loneliness of the Long Distance Jogger
A short play by Sir Harry Flashman
[Two young men are jogging along a bleak canal filled with empty cans of strong lager, syringes and strangled women]
Joggerblogger: I enjoy jogging.
Preston: As do I.
Joggerblogger: I like your sweat bands.
Preston: Thanks. I like your trainers.
Joggerblogger: Can I lick your shins?
Preston: Er…
[One young man breaks into a sprint, leaving the other behind. He sinks to his knees and begins to sob.]
Joggerblogger: All I want is to taste another man’s shin. Is that so wrong? Curse you Preston! Curse you and your lizard-like swiftness!
[END]
Ps we run 4 miles
[Two young men are jogging along a bleak canal filled with empty cans of strong lager, syringes and strangled women]
Joggerblogger: I enjoy jogging.
Preston: As do I.
Joggerblogger: I like your sweat bands.
Preston: Thanks. I like your trainers.
Joggerblogger: Can I lick your shins?
Preston: Er…
[One young man breaks into a sprint, leaving the other behind. He sinks to his knees and begins to sob.]
Joggerblogger: All I want is to taste another man’s shin. Is that so wrong? Curse you Preston! Curse you and your lizard-like swiftness!
[END]
Ps we run 4 miles
Labels: 4 miles
posted by [rich] at Monday, April 16, 2007
5 Comments:
When's the West End premiere? :-)
DUDE! My good friend. Hope you're well. Been a while! 3 weeks with no gymming - can you believe it... I want time to stand still for a week! Glad you're still salsa-ing, you'll be on strictly come dancing in no time...
Dissertation's due in next week, 3 assignments this week... it's mad but the sunshine is ace :-)
Keep up the funk! ;o)
:-) good to hear from you Mr 12pack. Hope the dissertation goes well - see ya soon.
Oh man that had me in stitches, great stuff. :)
preston and jogger, what is wrong with you, you are sick man. Got a lady yet Preston?
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