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Fri, Dec. 14th, 2007, 06:21 pm
A Short Play Written Near the Grave of Samuel Beckett

Ahh Paris. The city of lights. The city of writers - Guy de Maupassaunt, Satre and Camus and Ionesco all came from here. Wilde, Beckett, Hemmingway Burroughs and Miller all came here to write. And I too have been inspired by this marvellous city. Look on, gentle reader, look on.

A SHORT PLAY WRITTEN NEAR THE GRAVE OF SAMUEL BECKETT (for my friend, Ian)

The setting: A Cafe on the Seine. James sits at a table. A handsome waiter, in bow tie and vest approaches him.

James: Pardon Monsuier, do you have frog's legs?

Waiter: (friendly and polite) Yes sir.

James: Then hop over the bar and bring me a beer. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.

Waiter: (in impeccable English) You're a fuckwit.

James: You'll have to speak up. I have a frog in my throat. Ha ha ha ha.

Waiter: That doesn't even make sense... why would I have to speak up if you had a...

James: Shutup you dumb French stupid headed dumb guy. Hahahhaha....

Waiter (quietly impressed): Touche sir... touche.

The waiter removes his pants to reveal he does actually have frog's legs. James stops laughing because laughing at someone's handicap is wrong. The two men immediately move into a small apartment together, and live very happily there for the rest of their lives.

Curtain.

Yep. Paris is a pretty inspirational city.

James
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Sun, Dec. 23rd, 2007 05:47 am (UTC)
(Anonymous): Paris

Hey James, we were in Paris in September/October this year - your journal sends warmish memories back. I take it you found some rude waiters over there? Did you spend very long there or just a day? I'd love to see what's it's like there in the colder weather - we had nice ~20 degree days most of the time. Sounds like you had a great time in England, I'd like to check that place out sometime too.

Give us a hoy when you get back mate.
Merry Christmas & love
Brett.
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