They Never Met
An occasional series

Dylan Moran
v
God

DYLAN:
That's My Chair.

GOD:
Sorry Dylan.



Head The Matress

Extract from ‘Head The Mattress’

JIM:
Hello Barry.

BARRY:
We’re being chased by a Mattress.

JIM:
A Mattress?

BARRY:
You wrote this stuff.

SPEN:
Don’t forget the cushions.

BARRY:
And there’s this guy who looks like a cat.

JIM PRODUCES A SCRIPT AND THUMBS THROUGH SOME PAGES.

JIM:
Sorry Barry it’s a typo. I meant you were
chased by the Matrix.

When She Grows Up
Baby Meeting
Travelling Heavy

Extract from ‘When she grows up’

TRISH:
Have to…er…you did say a mercenary?

FLORENCE:
Yes.

TRISH:
Isn’t that a little risky?

FLORENCE:
Well of course she’ll have to go to a good public school that specialises in that sort of thing. Then in her gap year, after she’s killed her first man, and been on the run in the jungles of Borneo. We hope she goes on to cut her teeth leading a platoon of Ghurkhas in Iraq for one of the better known corporates.

The Editor Inserts
The Secret of my Failure

Extract 1 from ‘The Editor Inserts’

SCENE 14: B’S FLAT
ENTER SEVEN DWARVES HUMMING THE CHORUS OF ‘LONDON CALLING’ BY THE CLASH. THEY CIRCLE THE FLAT

SPEN: [SHOUTING OVER HIS SHOULDER]
B. Your seven dwarves have arrived.

ENTER B

B:
That’s odd. I only ordered six

Extract 2 from ‘The Editor Inserts’
“It’s at times like this I wish I was a mercenary. I’d either be dead or meditating in my own urine in a Central African state.”

Extract 3 from ‘The Editor Inserts’
Beach Tang Clan
Hip Hop Surfers?