Been reading over this forum, and thought Id post a short bit of writing I did at school a few years back. Been lurking on my laptop, so I thought Id give it an airing. Needs a lot of brushing and tweeking, but have a butchers anyway... 
National Health
A tacky seaside-y romp of a comedy set in a London hospital, with lashings of 'Oer Missus humour and innuendo jokes.
Scene 1:
At Molly's house, following a television commercial appealing for staff to work at a newly opened hospital in Chiswick.
[TV On in background]
Molly: I think I'll apply for that.
Molly's Dad: Oh no, I'm not having any daughter of mine walking around in a nurse's costume.
Molly: Why not?
Molly's Dad: It's very inflammatory to the men. It will be more than temperatures that are rising.
Molly's Mum: Your father's quite right love, it wouldn't be decent.
Molly: What do you mean?
Molly's Mum: Well it's just not nice.
Molly: It's the sort of thing you'd do.
Molly's Mum: But I'm married, to your father. I've got this ring, see, it shows my loyalty and integrity. I first put it on thirty years ago.
Molly's Dad: And she's never had it off since.
Molly's Mum: [Muttering] That's all you know.
Molly: Well I still think I should try for the job.
Molly's Dad: What do you know about curing and treating people?
Molly: Well I put the plaster cast on your leg that time you tripped over the cat.
Molly's Dad: Fat lot of good that was, it was my arm that I'd broken.
Molly: Easy mistake to make, your feet and arms look alike.
Molly's Mum: Don't speak to your father like that. If your granny heard that, she'd turn in her pot.
Molly: Don't you mean grave?
Molly's Mum: No, she was cremated.
Molly: I didn't know that?
Molly's Dad: You've been told enough times, young lady. Is it our fault if you never pay attention. You take after your mother in that respect.
Molly's Mum: What's that supposed to mean, John? Are you suggesting I ignore you.
Molly's Dad: I couldn't be that lucky.