This was written for a friend of mine. It's largely based on a complaint she was making about a friend of hers. I've made it slightly twisted, but the essence is very true to our initial conversation.

This is about a real friend of mine. That's all you need to know really.

This was adapted into a short play called Donation that I wrote with Jake Hassam, but I rather like the original monologue. It's rather dark, but has a nice sprig of optimism thrown in.

This is a confession of sorts, and as such is semi-autobiographical. I shan't say which bits are true and which are fiction.