i wrote like 11 pages...got so into it. I set it at the Culturally Significant Dead White Males Convention 2004 - wilde, twain, donne, pope, cezanne, rubens, the old crowd. then sid vicious turned up being irreverent, telling them he was a dead white male same as them, and making the old fashioned authors and poets faint from his language and jumping around singing anarchy in the uk...
and then he defenestrated himself. then derrida came in and explained that sid was postmodern cos he rejected everything they threw at him... then the organiser (a fat little man with a clipboard who turned out to be god despite oscar wilde complaining that it was a frightful cliche to have him there at all) told derrida that he wasn't on the list. derrida says of course i'm not, i've only been dead three weeks.
eventually they realise they're at a convention and postmodernism breaks down conventions..then without any warning they get squashed by the monty python foot.
basically it made no sense whatsoever. so I should nail it.
or not. i think i made it a lot harder for myself by needing derrida to explain in a nutshell to these men exactly what postmodernism was. and it making no sense.
oh well. done! three down, only 4 to go.