The Comfy Chair

Are you joking? You're not joking, are you? That's the best bit, every time John and Rodney approach but miss, no matter how bad each encounter is, how unsatisfying underlying that is this faith and hope that there's something better, something they want that no-one else has come close to offering, something worth trying for even though they're both rubbish at it and just can't seem to get on the same page for more than five seconds at a time. And the best bit is that it's not said; John can't talk to Rodney because he can't even talk to himself but he knows the most important thing about himself and that's what he's not. It's so hard for them but at the end there's this tiny little green shoot o' love, forced up between the cracks of a slab of fuckedup, gasping in the sun.

But then, I have always loved Helen's style of making characters argue themselves into love.