Bug repellent wafts through a cheap hotel. He screams inside but you cant hear him yell. Each grey hair has a different story to tell.
The damp on the wall was there to remind of the sum total of the achievements of his life. It rose up and then fell away sharply to a faded stain near a window pain. He was surrounded by second-hand brick a brac, that once belonged to someone who died of a heart attack. He himself had one sock in the grave but the way out sign found him feeling brave.

Helen walks over and lies on the sofa and closes her eyes. Barry looks down at the hot poker in his hand then walks over to the sofa. He holds it over her face and she feels the heart and opens her eyes and screams.
Barry then plunges the poker into her throat and silences the scream. Blood spurts everywhere including into Barry's face. Barry pulls the poker out her throat and drops it to the ground then rips off Helens knickers and wipes the blood from his face with them and leaves.

RATHER THAN FILLTHIS PAGE WITH LOTS OF PAGES OF BITS OF SCRIPT AND DIALOGUE I THOUGHT I'D PUT THE FIRST COUPLE OF LINES OF SOME SONGS I'VE WRITTEN INSTEAD BECAUSE THEY GIVE AN INDICATION AS TO WETHER I CAN WRITE OR NOT.

"There's an Alien in my living room and spunk stains on my bed I've only been home half and hour and someone's messing with me head. I hear a Click on the phone and now I know I'm not alone". (From Psychic Holiday)

"Just a tear stained face on a pillow case liquids of heartbreak that leave no trace" (Too Sad To Cry)

"Stroll on stroll on down the street electricity flows through your feet Down and outs are all you meet huddled together for body heat You've got to be so hard on back street boulevard All weakness is barred On back street boulevard (Back Street Boulevard)

"I want a one way ticket to the Moon I need to hear a melody to a different Tune I want a one way ticket to the Moon Another blind date behind a windswept Dune". (One way ticket to the Moon)

"From when you are born to when you die you are just a number no matter how hard you try. D.O.B to R.I.P…is that really me? (Numbers)

"What are we hear for, what's it all about. Who are we bluffing I want to scream and shout. Cigarette perfume litters your breath. Time to get going, to the house on the corner drink myself to death. (Think for yourself)

"When the night takes your mind away, and teaches it new tricks to play and your soul begins to glide, and shows you pictures from the other side. Dust the cobwebs from your soul, and you will search and it takes hold. (Magic)