Leg Show 01 2009 
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Leg 12 2008 UK 2009-11-20 - extension: rar - size: 9 MB
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That 70's Cop show Hot Fuzz meets Life on Mars Written by Mark Keegan Ectectera Theatre at 7.30 June 26th-July 1st (More) Hot Fuzz meets Life on Mars Written by Mark Keegan Ectectera Theatre at 7.30 June 26th-July 1st (6.30) Un PC cops PLODD & COPPAfrom the 70's meet up with their new boss in the PC obssesed noughties COPPA ( John Thaw type) at his desk, He reads a copy of 'Loaded', Plodd ( Dennis waterman type) stands behind him, reading his magazine. COPPA This 21st century lark's not so bad after all. there's some right tasty tarts these days! PLODD Not wrong there, Guv COPPA I'd love to get my leg over with that bird outa Pirates of the Carribean-Kiera ...Kiera? PLODD Knightly COPPA Nightly? I'd settle for twice weekly, it's not all good news PLODD What is it, Guv? COPPA They've only gone an appointed some bird as our new super PLODD (sacastic) Super COPPA Probably some Tart with a third-class degree and a briefcase full of tampons! I tell you, Jerry I aint gonna stand for it! A SHORT BLONDE WOMAN-HELEN MUTTON enters,she wers a smart jacket and skirt MUTTON In that caes you'd better take it lying down COPPA Who the bleedin' hell are you? MUTTON I'm chief Superintendant Detective Inspector Dame Helen Mutton( pause0 And for he record I keep my tampons in a holster COPPA Great,So when There's a shootout you can't defend yourself but at least you can stop the bleeding PLODD Nice one, Guv! MUTTON Oh, and I've got a first class honours degree, two commediations for bravery from the National Police Federation and three BAFTA nominations for 'Best Actress in a gritty two=part Police Drama' COPPA You expect me to be impressed, do you? Listen, sweet heart, I was starring n gritty police dramas when you were pouncing about on stage with the Royal bleedin' Shakespeare Company. and I had to solve the crime and nick all the villains in a single self contained episode PLODD Yeah! And in 1977 we got voted third best double act by TV times reader after Morecambe and Wise and mork and Mindy COPPA Mork and Mindy? PLODD You remember, Guv. the bloke who went " nanu-nanu" and the bird with the pigtails and a tight sweater COPPA Oh, yeah. They were a great pair PLODD (pause) and that Robin Williams was good too COPPA and PLODD are lost in a dream. MUTTON coughs.COPPA and PLODD snap out their reverie MUTTON Your stroll down mammary lane might be making all misty y-fronted but there's work to do PLODD I know that, love,but.. MUTTON Don't you 'Love' me! COPPA Love you? He hardly knows you.But I'm sure he'll you bunk up in the back of 'is cortina if you ask him nicely MUTTON Ask nicely! ask nicely? I don't have to ask you two Neanderthals for anything. I'm chief Superintendant Detective Inspector Dame round here. That means I'm in charge, I call the shots and I give the orders. Got a problem with that COPPA Matter of fact I have, I don't need some ice-cool blonde bossin' me around, I got my image to think of MUTTON Your image? COPPA I'm a rough, tough 1970's police officer-I drink cofee out of plastic cups,scotch out of mugs MUTTON (intense) In that case...yo're just the man for the job COPPA What job? MUTTON Making my tea.Herbal.No sugar COPPA What if I refuse? MUTTON Then it won't be your guts I have for garters, it'll be your.. COPPA Balls!!!! PLODD Exactly, Ex" bleeding" actly! MUTTON And when you've done that! you can tidy your desk and sort our files PLODD and your drawers? MUTTON if you're up to it? COPPA Do what? MUTTON Oh I forgot you're a man-you can't mult-task COPPA Well that's where you're wrong. As a matter of fact I'm multi-tasking right now MUTTON Really, how so? COPPA yeah I'm talking to you? and looking at your tits at the same time (Less)
Janet Kuypers reads poem "Andrew Hettinger" at live show Janet Kuypers reads the 1997 poem "Andrew Hettinger" about the suicide of a man with (More) Janet Kuypers reads the 1997 poem "Andrew Hettinger" about the suicide of a man with multiple sclerosis and who was missing one eye, at her poetry feature show at Jesse Oaks, at the Politically UNcorrect poetry open mic and poetry slam on 06/21/07 (the night before her birthday) Janet Kuypers also released a chapbook through cc&d magazine (Scars Publications: http://scars.tv) that contained all of hte poems she read at her UNcorrect feature in Gages Lake, Illinois (Lake County, north of Chicago). For more information on this writing and other writings from Janet Kuypers, go to http://www.janetkuypers.com for more information and details. This is the poem: Andrew Hettinger I never really liked you. You never revealed yourself to me and why would you: you, who never had anyone, you, who always had the bad breaks. Everyone looked at you as different. Where would you have learned to trust. Who would you have learned it from. I never really liked you. I met you through a friend and he explained to me that multiple sclerosis left you with a slight limp and a faint lisp. Faint, under the surface, but there, traces of something no one would ever know of you well enough to fully understand. I never really liked you. You never revealed yourself to me and I never wanted you to; you scared me too much. You, plagued with physical ailments. You, with a limp in your walk. You, with a patch over your eye. You, who stared at me for always just a bit too long. They told me the patch was from eye surgery with complications and now you had to cover your shame, cover someone else's mistakes, cover a wrong you didn't commit, cover a problem not of your own doing. The problems were never of your own doing, were they. I heard these stories and I thought it was sad. I heard these stories and thought you had to be a pillar of strength. And then I saw you drink, straight from the bottle, fifteen-year-old chianti. And I saw you smash your hand into your living room wall. This is how you lived. The house you lived in was littered with trash. Why bother to clean it up anyway. It detracted you from the holes in the wall, the broken furniture from drunken fits. This was how you reacted to life, to the world. You didn't know any better. This is how you coped. I never really liked you. You would come home from work, tell us about a woman who was beautiful and smart that liked you, but she wasn't quite smart enough. And I thought: We believe anything if we tell ourselves enough. We weave these fantasies to get through the days. I never really liked you. Every time you talked to me you always leaned a little too close. So I stayed away from the house, noted that those whom you called friends did the same. I asked my friend why he bothered to stay in touch. And he said to me, "But he has no friends." This is how I thought of you. A man who was dealt a bad hand. A man who couldn't fight the demons that were handed to him. And with that I put you out of my mind, relegated you to the ranks of the inconsequential. We parted ways. You were reduced to a sliver of my youth. I received a letter recently, a letter from someone who knew you, someone who wanted me to tell my friend that they read in the newspaper that you hanged yourself. Your brother died in an electrical accident, and after the funeral you went to the train station, and instead of leaving this town you went to a small room off to the side and you left us forever. Strangers had to find you. The police had to search through records to identify your body. The newspaper described you as having "health problems." But you knew it was more than that. And I was asked to be the messenger to my friend. The funeral had already passed. You were already in the ground. There was no way he could say goodbye. I shouldn't have been the one to tell him this. No one deserved to tell him. He was the only one who tried to care. I never really liked you. No one did. But when I had to tell my friend, I knew his pain. I knew he wanted to be better. I knew he thought you were too young to die. I knew he felt guilty for not calling you. He knew it shouldn't have been this way. We all knew it. I never really liked you. But now I can't get you out of my mind; you haunt me for all the people we've forgotten in our lives. I don't like what you've done. I don't like you quitting. I don't like you dying, not giving us the chance to love you, or hate you, or even ignore you more. My friend still doesn't know where your grave is. I'd like to find it for him, and take him to you. Let you know you did have a friend out there. Bring you a drink, maybe, a fitting nightcap to mark your departure, to commemorate a life filled with liquor, violence, pain and death. I never really liked you, but maybe we could get together in some old cemetery, sit on your grave stone, share a drink with the dead, laugh at the injustices of life when we're surrounded by death. Maybe then we'd understand your pain for one brief moment, and remember the moments we'll always regret. (Less)
LegSh 2008-11 
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LegShow N-Z 2009-05-29 - extension: rar - size: 98 MB
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LegShow A-E 2009-05-29 - extension: rar - size: 98 MB
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Various 2009-05-29 - extension: rar - size: 14 MB
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