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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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?”