A sneaky return

HELLO!!!

 

Apologies for allowing this to morph into yet another elephant in the graveyard of the blogosphere. 

 

There was a lull.  No-one likes to read about a lull.  I didn’t want to bore you with a lull.  See, even now, you’re getting sick of the word ‘lull’.  Imagine if I’d been talking about the lull for the past few months of lull.

 

But things are looking up.

 

My new play, Death and the Monster, is to play in Chapter’s Main Theatre for two nights (24th & 25th) in June (www.inkyquillproductions.co.uk).  Cracking venue, held in high regard.

 

As such, I’ll be on the blog a lot more over the coming months.

 

 

You lucky lot.

Ah…

Balls – no update for the whole of November.

I’ve slipped – and I’m sorry.

I’ve been feverishly working on a screenplay to play conversion, and adding finishing touches to a play that we’re looking to get produced around April time though.

I’ve also got an idea for a separate blog – ONE THAT I ACTUALLY WILL UPDATE, and I’ll post a linky here.

It went swimmingly…

Howdi ho there, Bloggees.

Apologies for the lack of bloggage recently, it’s been a rare old time.

 

The play, the big debut, went swimmingly. Ridiculously hard work with tech run finishing twenty minutes before the start of the show, but look at this lovely review: Ta-Da

 

With next play not until March or April, we’re back to the sketches and a dilemma or two. Radio sketches are grand and stations are taking them, but the first stage sketch rehearsal, Project Bricking It, didn’t go too well. As a performer, my vocal work is weak – a bit like Mickey Mouse. On Helium. With valium. We may have to branch out for a performer, a real one, but then the organisational problems kick in. Arghh.

 

Arghh.

Invisible waves in the air…

Why hi.

Without my specs, things tend to mush into the paintings of the impressionists.  It was in such a glasses-less state that I alighted at Cadoxton (by Barry) station last week.  I could be wrong, but I think it backs onto Mordor; or, failing that, Port Talbot.  So if it is impressionism, it’s bad impressionism.  Like Jon Culshaw doing an impression of Rory Bremner bringing out a Blair sketch from the paddock.

Why were we there, I sense you holler.  Well, dear web, stop being so impatient.  It was to do a radio show, that’s all.  A real one.  On air and everything.

Our dear friends at Bro Radio FM (http://www.brofm.com/) decided to hear our plugging of the new Inky Quill Production AWAY NOW TO WAR and also, to hear a sketch of ours.  We know at least eight people were listening, EIGHT! Eight potential tentacles to slither in our inkiness.  World domination beckons.  (See www.inkyquillproductions.co.uk for link to sketch).

Two weeks to the play now, and another turd has just programmed ‘fan’ into it’s sat nav.  I’d better dash.

Inky Quill Productions

Why Hi There,

The old company thingy is going well – www.inkyquillproductions.co.uk is now an official website.  Oh yes.  Sure, it’s still in development.  But gosh darn it, it’s there.

admin@inkyquillproductions.co.uk will now direct your messages to us too, and we can be located on twitter here.  If that’s not enough, we have a new logo

Pretty?

Oh, and we’re on Bro Radio here at around 19:30 tomorrow.  A sketch awaits, and some chitter chatter.

I’ve hawked myself a little there, I realise.  So how’s you?

Illness and grant-less, but by Jove we look good

Howdi Ho

 

I’ve been pummelled by a bout of labyrinthitis these past few weeks, and whilst fortunately clearing me of the dreaded plague of pigs, it instead means I’ve taken to dressing like a latex-clad David Bowie and messing about with crystals.

 

The rest of the Inky Quill team have stepped into the breach though, and saved the day.  Our rehearsals for Away Now to War in September steam-roller ahead, despite beyond last minute cast changes and swapsies, and our sketch writing is well underway again.  We sadly missed out on Ideas Tap’s ideasfund grant after a shortlisting but we’ve swung the full day in out theatre for a get-in day for free so happy swings and fruitful round-abouts.

 

Dead stuck with my current play script mind – it seems to have ground to a halt three quarters of the way through.  I bought a big whiteboard though, so that should sort me.

Spreading thinner

Hi there

Right then, I know Blog for ‘The London Comedy Writers’.  How’s that happened?  I haven’t the foggiest.

Anyhow, you can access my blog, amongst others, here.  The main site being http://www.londoncomedywriters.com.

I also blog at www.ideastap.com, but I believe you have to log in to see that bad boy.

I’ll keep this updated too mind – I’m nice like that.

A dizzying virus is currently keeping me from doing too much, but my colleagues in Inky Quill are fast becoming assistant directors for September’s Away Now to War.  Early signs are very promising, we’ve nabbed some fine actors…ON WHOSE BACKS WE RIDE TO GLORY.

Sorry, I’ll go now – all that CAPS LOCK has really taken it out of me.

More technology

Dear reader, I blog to you directly from my browser!!!

Now, if I read that sentence 5 years ago I would’ve screamed witchcraft and piggybacked you to the Bedlam.  Yet here I am – all futuristic, like.

The sketches are going to be a little longer than we thought, as the production chap is now composing the music to our September play.

Talking of which, rehearsals are underfoot, though no week has yet passed with a full compliment, but by Jove we’ll get ‘em.

An ickle update

We finally recorded a series of radio sketches yesterday and we’re feeling pretty confident about ‘em.

It’s always difficult to be objective about your own work but the sketches which I didn’t write, and didn’t ‘act’ in, were darned good.  I suppose that means that if we don’t start making waves then it’s my fault.  Ha.  I know.  There’s no way…

We got a REAL girl involved too!  For too long have we tried to squeak our way to feminine realism, but it was starting to have an impact on our day-to-day lives – admiring little shoes, doing laps of the Boots perfume dept etc.

So, we swiped that lovely leading lady from the Silly Cow production and we’re ready to roll.  They should be online within a few weeks and I’ll keep you posted.

As we were going through the scripts we realised that whilst all the men had names, all the girls were called ‘woman’, ‘lady, or the occasional ‘prostitute’.  Institutionalised sexism already – I might write a letter of complaint to the Mail. Any publicity and all that.

Joke #1

St. Peter decides to take the day off for a spot of fishing so Jesus, all round good guy that he is, offers to keep an eye on the Pearly Gates.  He’s new on the job and not too sure what to do, so St. Peter tells him to find out a little bit about the people as they arrive.  That way, he reasoned, you’ll be able to decide whether they can come in or not.

After a while, Jesus sees a little old man with white hair approaching.  He looks very, very familiar.  Remembering Peter’s advice, he asks the old man a little about himself.

“I’ve had a very sad life.  I was a carpenter and had a son who I lost at a relatively young age, and, although he was not my natural child, I loved him dearly.”

Jesus welled up with emotion.  He threw his arms around the old man and cried “Daddy!”

The old man replied “Pinocchio?”