[Ann Drysdale]

Yes, indeed, Brian. I was there when the New Wave crashed on the shore. Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive. But... (sniff...)

[Nigel Mace]

A former P.M., not named Blair,
Hired two writers with whom he would share
Some tales of his life,
Till one of his wife
Brought his death - and 'friends' murdered the pair.

[Ann Drysdale]

The movie world doesn't stand still
And from here at the top of the hill
The pictures look small;
I don't rate them at all -
I'm ready now, Mr. De Mille.

[Nigel Mace]

A region that’s totally absent,
Plus a hound that isn’t apparent,
Are part of a dream
Where slit eyeballs seem
Moonlight on surreal excitement.

[Christopher ONeill]

Lacombe, Lucien

The Maquis doesn't want him (French pride!),
So he signs with the visiting side
And keeps faith where he chooses -
Even when his team loses.
You can't say he was true, but he tried.

[Brian Allgar]

When you’re stuck with a leg that’s in plaster
And wishing that time would go faster,
To spy on your neighbours
May punish your labours
By breaking the other leg - basta!

[Christopher ONeill]

He meets young girls in chat-rooms. One chit
turns up not in the mood to lose 'it'.
So once he drops his smalls
she just cuts off his balls:
not 'Hard Candy' so much as 'Tough Sh__'.

[Brian Allgar]

It seemed like a wonderful scheme,
Swapping murders - a psychopath’s dream.
But Guy would not do it;
The roundabout blew it,
And Bruno just ran out of steam.

[Nigel Mace]

What’s the stuff of a plage holiday?
Platform chaos to board the railway,
A kayak with jaws,
Weird tennis applause,
Then plaint sounds and a fireworks display.

[Christopher ONeill]

Cabin in the Woods

Five teens (whore, virgin, joker, jock, prof)
take 'mysterious holiday' (cough!).
A wild man in the wood
warns them 'This cain't be good!'
(Sorry, that's where I seemed to drift off ....).