Recommended by David Patton

Christopher...this is genius! Two things which allow me to be in the exalted position to opine on your sooo perceptive piece.
1) I was raised on BW movies, usually as a filler between the first and second picture at the local flea pit.
2) Before the age of reason finally overcame me, I was catholic...altar boy...the whole nine yards.
Acting without words is an art form, as is persuading a classroom of kids you're not a fornicating drunk! You've painted Sister Vagina and Father Ted perfectly...I thank you and we need to see it on stage!

At face value, this appears to be a simple tale of a frustrated student bribing his non-academic friend to choose from a pile of sub-standard scripts and jot down his reasons for picking a winner. Simple? Except that his professor, thinking he has discovered the next Joe Orton with his raw, unpolished work, has heaped praise on our student’s plagiarizing friend who has merely cobbled together some nuggets from the dross. The fun will be when our student's Ortonesque, Frankenstein monster has to perform! As ever, Lermond leaves us wanting more. And I do! Encore...and Bravo!!

As a guy of a certain age, I loathe these tales of grungy caterpillars who transmogrify themselves and in the process slough off their 300lbs dead weight partner along with the old self. Ah, but I only loathe the wasted years these poor women spend under the weight of their own self-doubt and lack of self-esteem. Lermond captures the Simian ex partner's denouement deliciously and very publicly as our heroine, Flora, blooms, and leaves her farting, belching, beer slugging worse-half to ponder his fate...who'll cook? clean? shop? Who'll worship me now? We need the follow-up! His bacchanalian after life.

The road to the footlights is fraught with dangers and derringers in this delicious wee tale of an impatient understudy taking a deadly shortcut.
Reminds me of the old Kinks song...
"The floozy made him spend his dough And left him lying on Skid Row..."

LOL!! A veritable lexicon cornucopia of splendiferous adjectives wrapped up in a wee feline tale (sic) Short and very, very sweetly told story of the conversion from rampaging wee soldier, to a Purrfect wee companion.

A sad-sack, no-hoper has his life of endless pessimism destroyed by an up-beat Siren bent on his rescue rather than his destruction. I loved the many catchy one-liners Lermond weaves into this wee tale of requited love. Just lengthy enough to ensnare me ... thanks Vivian.

This is Vivian Lermond at her very best. She leaves the characters to tell us who they are, no heavy-handed stage directions or character descriptions, her participants show us who they are through Lermond's skillful dialogue. Her play takes us to the heart of smallsville America and the interests of folks who work and run their business there. These are people we'd love as neighbours, and then she turns an absorbing story into a joyous tale of unexpected discovery...Sweet, warm and I'd love to see it on stage.

I hate you Elisabeth Giffin Speckman!
I hate that you gave her a voice!
I hate that I can no longer watch the Keystone cops without me overdubbing numerous curses as they tumble from the Paddy Wagon
Or Charlie the tramp as he whacks a cop and shouts F**k you!
I hate you Elisabeth Giffin Speckman for writing this delicious wee spoof!

“So fair and foul a play I have not seen.” My apologies to the Bard for my alteration to his lines, but this wee piece is glorious! Finally, after so many years and countless thespians no doubt wondering why the curse. So cleverly constructed and a neat way to prove the curse has teeth!

WOW!! In one flat A4 page we are led from the white-hot heat of an almost Shakespearian love affair, through the mid-life (if they were but mortal) crisis, to an unknown bloody future...as all vampires surely aspire to.