Recommended by David Patton

Perhaps this wannabe woodsman should have discovered earlier that his Junie was no Jane to his Tarzan. Oh well, back to Tinder for another swipe at the perfect hiking companion.

Love and commitment takes second place to the temptations of a Cadbury chocolate bar...a sin shared is no sin at all!!! Sweet...

A pretentious director clashes with a lazy, short-sighted actor. Vivian manages to tell the tale with fewer words than I can describe this fun piece!

Scott recommended...nay...demanded I read this load of delicious old tosh when I happened to profess a liking for all things Ayckbourn.
As one who grew up with the BBCs excellent talking heads, I saw the best of the Brits performing the best of the Brit playwrights...and Scott is certainly in with that exalted company. Farce, humour, pathos, love, etc, etc. Not a word too many, not an emotion unplucked. This is razor sharp and deserves a screening on stage and TV. finding actors up to the mark may be difficult...but, oh the rewards!

Such incredible insight. A wonderful observation on the differing priorities as we grow and age. The mother with her ever decreasing memories, and her daughter's increasingly hectic life...sad, poignant and will ring true with many an audience

Oh how I'd love to see this on stage, or Zoom or...well anywhere where we could see this comedy farce played out. The range of emotions John has managed to squeeze in to this delicious wee monologue are crying out to be taken from print to stage. The mere thought of our demented but happily, free widow banging on the bucket like some crazy drummer!!! Loved this John.

I would laugh...okay, I did laugh, but I felt guilty. Felt guilty, like the people gonna move Xian Xian oughta!

I'd often wondered why Giant Pandas wouldn't breed...Maggie gives us the answer in this witty monologue.

London Zoo, take note!

This is what monologues should be, I wish it were mine. Maggie bases her story around the real-life horrendous murder of a young woman by a police officer. Maggie takes a fresh slant at the events from the point of view of the woman driving the bus whose CCTV captured the horror. She intersperses her driver's normal banter etc. with the woman lamenting the fact that perhaps she could have...would have...if only...but for...We see the torment this kindhearted soul has to the murder and can clearly juxtapose that with the brutalality of the murderer. excellent!

When I began reading this piece, I thought this would be a simple tale of a silver slipper, or a love potion or...well. But no, Marj takes us much deeper than mere magical trinkets. She takes us to where the magic truly lies...within ourselves. She finds love in a reflection, oh yes, but not some mirror her Daddy left her...or was it? Did Daddy's mirror kick-start her reassessment of herself? Give her confidence? Whatever her catharsis, Adele finds love in an old acquaintance, and she blooms within that love.

From her use of the old Jim Crow description of "Colored's", the tone is cleverly set in a word as to this racist Karen's view on life. Typically, she justifies herself by referring to her bible and specifically, Leviticus in her lack of tolerance. Donald perfectly sums up the double standards of this old hypocrite by her lightening change of attitude as she sweetly offers her cookies. Perfectly captured in a short, sour tasting display of intolerance. Still, at least she wasn't quite so offended by them being a mixed-race couple!