A young boy appears, as if from nowhere, one Sunday afternoon, in Diggory Jones' bedroom. Only wearing underpants, and sporting a black eye, the boy proceeds to change the destiny of all the occupants of the house, forever - and usually against their will Strange things go bump in the night leading to mistaken identities, sexual shenanigans and even deaths. Angel, the boy's name - or is it Scarlet? - turns up months later in a Parisian cafe where more blood is spilt and the thirst for money continues. My three main influences on this play are Copi, Eugene Ionesco and though not classified as an Absurdist writer] Joe Orton - all three playwrights have taught me about structure, timing, comedy in both lines and action] and not being scared to approach risque topics boldly. Fantasy and reality are blurred. Everyone in the play tells lies - or do they? What you see, as an audience, is what you get - or is it? I want you to laugh out loud at the characters. I also want you to feel their pain "