by Peter Griffith

Lee, Sandra, Dave and Penny want to save the world…

Inspired by “Fridays for Future” they argue and they demonstrate and they march.

This topical new play, written in simple English, introduces us to four young people who are committed to leaving the world a better place than they found it...

and if that means missing a maths lesson, then so be it!

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Extract from the script 'Missing Maths'

Lee: I’ve had an idea.
Dave: No!
Lee: Listen:how many schools are there in Britain?
Dave: How many schools? No idea.
Lee: Roughly.
Sandra: Maybe thirty thousand.
Lee: OK, let’s say about thirty thousand. And every one of those thirty thousand schools has got a roof.
Penny: A roof?
Lee: A roof.
Dave: Well I hope they have.
Lee: So let’s try to get a photovoltaic roof over every school in Britain. So that every school makes its own ecological clean green electricity. We can do it on our own school first - to show how it’s done – and then we tell every school in the country how to make its own electricity.
Penny: I’ve got an idea too.
Dave: You’ve got idea? Are you sure?
Penny: Shut up.
Lee: Come on, give her a chance. Come on Penny, tell us your idea.
Penny: Well, I’ve been thinking.
Dave: No... I don’ t believe that.
Penny: You know I’ve always wanted to be a model.
Sandra: Yes, I think we know that much about you.
Penny: Shut up Sandra, you don’ t know what you’ re talking about.
Lee: Give her a chance, Sandy.
Penny: Well I thought, maybe I could design a new line in fashion clothing... and I could model it outside the school gates... and we could sell it to the crowds... and we could use the money to help save the world. Maybe for Lee’s photovoltaic roof.
Dave: That’ s great – save the world with Penny’ s knickers!
Penny: Then it could spread to other schools.
Dave: Wow - save the universe with Penny’s knickers!
Penny: You’re not taking this seriously. I think it could be really good.

by Peter Griffith


'Move to Junk' takes us into the terrifying world of cyber-bullying... which of her classmates is making Amanda´s life a misery? 



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Extract from the script 'Move to Junk'

  (Amanda’s smartphone pings)
 Amanda: Oh god – another mail.
 Stuart: Don’t read it. Just delete it.
 Amanda: I have to look. I have to know what people are saying about me. And maybe whoever’s sending these mails might have left some clue, so that we can work out who it is.
 Stuart: I still think you shouldn’t read it.
 Amanda: Oh god.
 Stuart: You see?
 Amanda: Yes, you were right. It’s getting worse.
 Stuart: Let’s see. “We don’t want you in our class. Why don’t you go and drown yourself?” Look, you mustn’t read any more of these mails. Just delete them all. And you have to talk to someone about it. Your dad, or your mum, or the counselling teacher in the school. You can’t face this on your own.

by Peter Griffith


Mr and Mrs Smith live in a respectable part of the town. They are horrified when they discover that their new neighbours are a family of vampires. Their son Rick, on the other hand, feels himself immediatly attracted to the vampires' daughter Phylthia.
Will the Smiths manage to get over their hatred of vampires? Have they the right to try to stop their son from having a relationship with the attractive neighbour? What are Phylthia’s real intentions towards Rick? Will Rick fall victim to the blood-sucking attentions of Phylthia’s father, the terrifying Count Spatula? And is the audience safe when Count Spatula is thirsty?


Neighbours with Long Teeth is a play about racism, parent-child conflict, teenage love – and vampires!


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Extract from the script 'Neighbours with Long Teeth'

Mr. Smith: Richard, I hope you will have nothing to do with these... people…things…whatever they are.
Rick: Vampires, Dad…
Mr. Smith: Yes. Vampires. I hope you will have nothing to do with them.
Rick: Why not?
Mr. Smith: They are different from us. They…live…differently.
Mrs Smith: They don’t understand our ways, and we don’t understand their ways.
Mr. Smith: It’s disgusting that they are moving into this neighbourhood.
Rick: They’ve got to live somewhere, Dad.
Mrs Smith: Of course they have. But not in a respectable part of the town like this.
Mr. Smith: They should go and live…where they come from.