Books by Frank R Long

A PLAY IN THREE ACTS THE SCENE IS THE LOUNGE OF THE LLEWELLYN LUXURY HOME ON THE PACIFIC COAST OF MEXICO. IT IS LARGE, HAS DOORS TO LEFT AND RIGHT AND A WIDE, DEEP VERANDAH AT REAR. COCONUT PALMS CAN BE SEEN AGAINST A TROPICAL BLUE SKY ALONG WITH A PERFUSION OF RED AND WHITE TRUMPET FLOWERS THAT TEND TO INVADE THE VERANDAH.....

A semi-pornographic portrait painter and his pretty wife are hard at work in their isolated farm in darkest Exmoor. Two beautiful, well upholstered models arrive to pose. But the wife's first husband, a ne'er-do-well violent prisoner, has escaped from Dartmoor Prison as 'Long John Silver' (whom he thinks he is, having got a knock on the head during a pantomime) and is bent on murder. There are two naïve Dartmoor screws in pursuit of Long John and a virginal vicar pursued by the models. A pantomime horse and a gorilla suit help to complicate matters in this end-of-pier eisteddfod. Read it and produce it!

THIS PLAY IS IN TWO ACTS Two young Americans, one a white Rhodes scholar and the other a black professor acting as a servant, are boarding at an English stately home founded on eighteenth century slave money when the Adonis is recruited as an artificial insemination donor. But he catches 'flu and is delirious and his friend, having had a few drinks and wanting to help out, supplies the specimen..... Thus Spense, the Afro-American intellectual, who is also researching his ancestry, finds in one fell swoop that he is sixth cousin to the present lord of the manor and apparently father of the imminent heir.

A FILMSCRIPT BY FRANK R LONG. It is raining heavily. All the sounds concomitant with a violent storm are present. Lightning stabs the sky at frequent intervals accompanied almost immediately by a crash of thunder. CAMERA ROVES SLOWLY......

Two couples, joined in matrimony only partially holy, by sheer happenstance find themselves occupying adjacent honeymoon suites in a Monte Carlo hotel in 1931. What a situation! The author suspects such a situation and ambience has occurred in our theatre several generations ago. But never like this. Oh dear no. The lives of our four are of a kind that could never have been explored on stage pre-war for fear of the Lord Chamberlain's Office and our ever vigilant thought police. So are their lives improper? Do take your seats to find out...