The Nuvo Sexe Syndrome boasts two gay ghosts. Victims of the AIDS epidemic, they stayed around and haunted a house containing three hetero-sexual men and their occasional female partners. They slide in and out of the action like a well lubricated dildo, culminating in having to actually meet their living hauntees towards the very end.

There’s not much action in this play. The characters are mostly on drugs and don’t tend to do very much until they need to freshen up their hit of whatever.

Otherwise the plot goes something like this; one of the blokes in the haunted house is a cab driver. He picks up a fare one night who gives him a horse racing tip, a guaranteed sure thing at odds of 500 to 1.

Huge plot?
Not necessarily until you add the alleged fact that the phantom tipper, the ‘a’ fare from welfare who was having an affair beyond looserdom, was so sure of his prediction that he actually died while making it.

A dead punter in the back of the cab. What would any self respecting cabbie do? He took the corpse to the nearest hospital and tactfully backed away. He kept it to himself for nearly 17 minutes and then he gave the next 247 people he picked up, a detailed account of exactly what had happened. By the time he got home he’d turned it into the greatest sales pitch of the 21st century.

To castrate an otherwise very long story, the horse looses the race. By now there are two households involved. One of the boys shared this amazing world changing revelation with his sister who happened to live around the corner in a house full of lesbians. So there are two households, one made up of fiercely heterosexual men and their girlfriends (haunted by two gay ghosts) and the other, hard core lesbians.

Argue, fight and call each other names, they did. Punches were thrown, the police were called. Anyone who’s been to one of those parties will intuitively know what happens next. The rest of you should find one of those people and ask them, because I can’t be bothered telling you

All right. It’s in my contract.

The party failed because the horse lost the race. The two houses had wasted all their combined incomes for several weeks and then the cops arrived and busted them for a bag of dope somebody left on the coffee table.

If you are so scintillated that you need more I suggest you contact your local MP and demand more artistic content in our universe!

Otherwise, let’s put it on. Let’s find a theatre, some actors and musicians and hey baby, it’s ready to go.

It’s got 9 original songs. You can download two of them right here, right now.

One Man Slum (Evan was in Ecstasy)

Uptown Dyke

And lurking towards the end is something devastatingly happy. It actually ends on a sort of happy note for spiritually bent people. Enjoy Nuvo Sexe. It has no other purpose. If you can’t do that then disenjoy it and contact us here and tell us how that feels.