The Loneliness of the Long Distance Jogger

A short play by Sir Harry Flashman

[Two young men are jogging along a bleak canal filled with empty cans of strong lager, syringes and strangled women]

Joggerblogger: I enjoy jogging.

Preston: As do I.

Joggerblogger: I like your sweat bands.

Preston: Thanks. I like your trainers.

Joggerblogger: Can I lick your shins?

Preston: Erโ€ฆ

[One young man breaks into a sprint, leaving the other behind. He sinks to his knees and begins to sob.]

Joggerblogger:
All I want is to taste another manโ€™s shin. Is that so wrong? Curse you Preston! Curse you and your lizard-like swiftness!

[END]

Ps we run 4 miles

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~ by joggerblogger on April 16, 2007.

5 Responses to “The Loneliness of the Long Distance Jogger”

  1. When’s the West End premiere? ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. DUDE! My good friend. Hope you’re well. Been a while! 3 weeks with no gymming – can you believe it… I want time to stand still for a week! Glad you’re still salsa-ing, you’ll be on strictly come dancing in no time…

    Dissertation’s due in next week, 3 assignments this week… it’s mad but the sunshine is ace ๐Ÿ™‚

    Keep up the funk! ;o)

  3. ๐Ÿ™‚ good to hear from you Mr 12pack. Hope the dissertation goes well – see ya soon.

  4. Oh man that had me in stitches, great stuff. ๐Ÿ™‚

  5. preston and jogger, what is wrong with you, you are sick man. Got a lady yet Preston?

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