Daphne collects old pieces of paper she is specifically interested in the quality of the dirt. On the dirtiest pieces she writes her scripts. Sometimes it is impossible to make out everything she has written. None of the actors complain. Mr Lee told her that he only needs to touch the paper to know what … Continue reading Dai Coelacanth – Paranoia is a wonderful pie filling
The landlady gets drunk in the afternoon and watches old cop shows. What does the colonel do? he’s dead wood get rid of him. And Keith? I wish you had stolen his brain earlier. His brain, we’ve got it in a bucket it’s still alive. It’s useless.
But then the hiding place turned into a trap and the gun fell to pieces. Hello hello my socks have been stolen I’m the Cannibal King this should not happen. Hide under the covers. You know what they are like. The confusion was understandable. The old Shemp wardrobe trick. The producers were trying to appeal … Continue reading Dai Coelacanth – ALL THEY PLAYED WAS NORTHERN SOUL
Local kids burnt down the school. Got the jitters. Sought a necromantic solution. Nancy promised them a hundred years of rain. Too late. She was busy unspooling the tapes. Doing a job on the memory bank. Fans of the program found their conversations deteriorating. The space between words was becoming damp and humid. The main … Continue reading Dai Coelacanth – Linda Harris and the Paranoid Lungs
Do Dai Coelacanth's contributions to Radio On evolve into a sci-fi radioplay, a discardable walkman's alternative to all paytv's series? Be your own detective. Read his words. Maybe they sound familiar. Susan had joined a show band. I was asked to play trumpet. Not in the band. They wanted me to stand in a shop … Continue reading Dai Coelacanth – Return of the Cosmic Scorpion
One of the surprises to wait for is the sound that leaks through. Dai records over commercial cassettes. The other surprise to wait for is the way he treats or maltreats his walkman. Noises recorded at random places and spoken fragments from a sci-fi book for children are the other ingredients. But, as always, you, … Continue reading Dai Coelacanth -Crime Boot Rumble
"Are you just going round and round. There are better ways to travel. The captain struggled with his boots they were never happy. Ironic. As a boy they called him ‘lucky feet’. She was singing in town. Had a nice set of irregular talons. Nearly tore my face off. I had to stop the flow … Continue reading Dai Coelacanth – Pure Country Magic
Dai Coelacanth tells stories. You can't tell where he is. The television signal is distorted. No telescope can find him. He lives on a distorted tape. He is one of the dust particles. He lives on the streets of Bangkok. He is friends with a woman called Suzy. She feeds him spiders. You want to … Continue reading Dai Coelacanth – Crude Crayfish vs Cosmic Scorpion