"A Jailbird's-eye View of Tent City" draws openly from an 18 month stay in county jail. This tale is a lighthearted, comic spoof of Sheriff Joe Arpaio's Tent City located in Phoenix, Arizona. It contains exploits and anecdotes navigating the perilous and often absurd ins and outs of a detention center which has been a lightning rod for controversy. A Jailbird's-eye View of Tent City features affable, optimistic schemer, Janie Doughy. At 48, Doughy finds herself confined to indoor lockup where she waits six months for a judge to decide her fate. Here she befriends Maria; a prostitute, who is the maternal, interfering kind with a lifetime habit of butting into other people's business. Keisha is Doughys' poker partner who could do more with the raising of an eyebrow than Moses could do with the Ten Commandments. Angel has a glass-eye and a heart of marble, yet Doughy finds herself unaccountably attracted to her. Doughy is finally sentenced to one year in Tent City. Refusing to work in the laundry without Hazmat certification, Doughy is manhandled and tossed into the hole. Humbled by isolation, she returns to the tents only to be hit in the head with a pink sock full of combination locks (Slock) for sitting at the wrong table at chow. Unmoved by unpleasantness, Doughy dreams up a scheme to get cigarettes into the encampment to help shore up her gambling problem. "A Jailbird's-eye View of Tent City" is a feel good tale that ends in heavenly redemption, while offering: some fights, plenty of lunatics, oodles of racial tension, pink undies, green bologna and a women's chain gang. Doughy's contrite manner, delusional optimism, perseverance and a surrounding cast of endearing convicts makes this romp behind razor-wire more comic than corrective.

Did you ever wonder what would happen if a librarian joined a pirate crew? We never did either. But that didn't stop us from writing a very funny play about it. If you think that "Citizen Kane" is still the best movie ever made, then you are in good company and maybe you can get them to read this play also, even though this is non sequitur.

Few people would have believed that in the early years of the twenty-first century humanity was being watched from the dark void of space. Minds of vast intelligence were studying our species, learning our abilities and seeking out our weaknesses. When the time was right they would strike and our civilization would fall forever. The Earth would belong to new masters. It would have all gone according to their plans but they made one mistake. They probed a redneck.

Enid Blyton's books are beloved the world over and The Famous Five have been the perennial favourite of her fans. Now, in this new series of Enid Blyton for Grown-Ups, George, Dick, Anne, Julian and Timmy confront a new challenge: is it possible to get a good gluten-free cream tea? Julian, Anne, Dick, George and Timmy are all feeling really rather rum, and it's been going on for days. Nothing seems to work, and with their doctors mystified, they're driven to trying out various expedients to cure themselves. Julian goes online to self-diagnose that he's got pancreatic cancer, bird flu and Creutzfeldt-Jakob Disease. Anne decides that the old methods are the best and decides to have herself exorcised - which proves to be an awful lot of bother for everyone, and such a mess. Dick goes to a witch-doctor who calls himself a 'homeopath' ('sounds only one short of sociopath, Dick!') but it's George who discovers they need to go on an exclusion diet, so they enter a world of hard-to-find, maddeningly expensive specialist foods . . . Just perfect for anyone who likes Deliciously Ella, Amelia Freer and the Naturalista - as well as any reluctant partners who are begrudgingly spiralising courgettes for dinner.