Tuesday, October 31, 2023

My Nominees for the US and UK Elections and Other Waffle

It's the early hours of the morning, and I have had a large gin...

Late-night alcohol is always a good recipe for writing gibberish. And I have not written gibberish for a while on my blog as I have been busy writing gibberish for my MA in Comedy Writing. Which I recently passed with a distinction. Yay! 

Yes, it transpires that even academics can be fooled into thinking gibberish is genius. Excellent. 

So anyway, I have written two sitcoms, a short film, a sketch show and a comedy-drama pilot for a series. Now, I have to see if I can get a producer or broadcaster interested in one or more of them. That's the tricky part. Still, there's a certain satisfaction in having written them and knowing that at least they made the examiners laugh. 

Now, onto other matters. God, the world is chaos. I can't think of any time in my life when the UK and the world have been in such dire need of a complete reset. War in Europe, war in the Middle East, the evergrowing impact of climate change, economic recession, rising fuel prices and woke wars. 1300% rise in antisemitism in the UK since October 7th.

What a miserable world it is at the moment.

I can't even release the tension by looking at The Daily Mail's  "Wall of Shame" because I haven't even heard of 95% of the people on it. I am actually thinking of taking out a subscription to SAGA instead. I guess I might as well read about cheap funeral plans and medical insurance for the over 50s.

It's a wonder I could find anything funny to write about for my MA. Especially since comedy and comedians are frequently being attacked by the woke ideologists. I was so disappointed by Richard Curtis apologising for writing jokes about fat people the other day, which was primarily a reference to his script for the film Bridget Jones Diary.

Which is based on the book by Helen Fielding. A woman. 

I really thought Richard Curtis had more gumption. Turns out he hasn't. I don't know what he has even got to fear, considering he's made his fortune, and if he never writes anything again, he won't be short of a bob or two.  

Kudos to J K Rowling: A woman of steel and principles. It's a shame women don't have more positions of power. Maybe the world wouldn't be full of dictators and power-hungry nut jobs.

Rant over. (Temporarily, anyway.)

Anyway, it was relatively easy to find funny stuff to write about for my MA. There is still a lot that is funny in the world. I used a lot of my personal experiences as a jumping board for ideas and then let my imagination do the rest. And I don't worry about who I might offend in my personal writing and whether I am PC or not. I am too old to worry about that, and what's more, I believe the average person is capable of distinguishing when a joke is actually a joke and not an offensive diatribe. We need to laugh at ourselves and others - if we don't, we'll all go mad or end up like one of those who seem to find offence in everything. No doubt they could even find offence in their own reflections if they tried.

On a completely unrelated matter, when I see pictures of Vladimir Putin, I can't help thinking of Davros from Dr Who. I reckon Putin does use body doubles of his younger self, and below is what he actually looks like now.

The blue ball is apparently an eye. I think it's actually where Putin's frontal lobotomy went wrong, and they had to insert a giant marble to fill up the vacuum.

To be fair to Putin, he does seem to possess more of his marbles than Biden. Of course, that isn't hard. Let's face it: anyone who makes Biden look like a genius can't be functioning to the best of his ability. Or be functioning at all. I am gobsmacked that either of them is still alive, considering Putin seems to have had every illness possible, according to The Daily Fail. And Biden...well, he does a superb impression of the living dead. How can he possibly run for office again? You might as well elect Big Bird.

My proposed candidates for the next US Election 

Big Bird - "I've Got A Beak, And I'm Prepared To Use It," Party. (Pretty sure he'll negotiate the exodus of grain supplies from Ukraine.)

Joey from Friends - The "How Ya Doin'?"  Party - (Why not? He might be thick, but he's got a tuxedo and the ladies like him. He can also say his lines properly.)

Taylor Swift - The "Musical Chairs" Party - (I just want to hear the break-up music when she gets kicked out of office.)

My Proposed Candidates for the next UK Election

Dr Who - "The Sonic Screwdriver Party"  (Well, nothing else has worked correcting the wrongs, so we might as well try the screwdriver.)

Jimmy Carr - "The Jokers" Party (Oh, come on - we all want to hear some jokes about Putin's mum.)

Hugh Grant - "The Dance Moves" Party. (Hugh's got real rhythm and grove. So, even if he screwed up more than the current bunch of wasters, at least we'd all get fit.)


Right, time to check out the latest news headlines...


Thursday, February 2, 2023

Less is More (well that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it)

I've been practising my haikus, which you may recall, I'm not particularly good at. However, I wanted to address the woke issue in a concise, meaningful way as it is such a serious matter for discussion and particularly relevant to me as a comic writer.

Which, if you know me,  translates as:

1) I'm too lazy to write a long analytical post.


2) I'd rather watch a movie and eat tortilla chips.

However, I feel obliged to say my part. So here goes, and I am pleased to say that in the writing of the following haiku, I broke my own speed record!

45 seconds. Awesome. I might get 2 movies in tonight.

Ok, here goes with the haiku.

Man, I'm so fed up

with this bat-shit wokey stuff

head in the oven 

Now, where are my tortilla chips?


Sunday, January 8, 2023

Sixteen Years On

So this post is just going to be a stream of possibly (wildly erratic) thoughts. So hang on to your breeches; we could go anywhere with them.

Cripes, I only managed three posts last year. And I call myself a writer? Pathetic! Though, to be fair to me, almost everyone who was blogging with me in 2007/8 no longer blogs or blogs even less than I do now. A few later blogs are still going, so kudos to those writers because it is difficult finding time and inspiration when life gets in the way. I have actually now been writing this blog for sixteen years. Oh. Dear. God. Just think of all that crap out there on the Internet for my kids to read after I peg it. (Ho, ho, ho.)

So you may be wondering if I'm still writing. Indeed I am, although I'm not working at full speed yet as life has been very complicated for many years, and I'm only just beginning to get back into the flow. I'm actually in the final legs of an MA in Comedy Writing. (It's the first of its kind.)  I've written a short film, 2 sitcom pilots with series outlines, and a sketch show. My final and last project will be an hour-long comedy-drama which will probably be part of a film script.  The idea of the MA was to provide me with some structure after my rather long absence. The MA can't teach you how to be funny - it examines strategies and structures, and, overall, is about how to produce professional work that TV and film producers might want to read rather than"how to be funny". When I've finished, I hope to have a portfolio of work that someone, somewhere, might like. One of my objectives is to write a film script for Gerard Butler. I mean, why not? (Ho hum.) Obviously, I want to be one of those writers actively involved in the project. I'm quite happy to participate in the casting procedure (and if Mr Butler needs a dresser, I'd be quite happy to perform that arduous task too.)

God. 300 is an awesome film. Like Gladiator. Fantastic. 

Cripes. Maybe I'm actually a man if I like those types of gory films? 

Hmm...talking about gender identity is not a good idea. Even this old big mouth knows talking about it is a no-goer if you don't want to be cancelled or strung up by your bits and pummelled with verbal abuse and mouldy prunes.

Anyway, it's good to know that whilst my ovaries might be like pickled onions at my age, my imagination is not. Well, not when it comes to Gerard Butler. In fact, I propose a new title in the Whitehouse/London/Angel has Fallen series. How about Housewife Has Fallen. Obviously, it would be about a housewife who has fallen from the top floor of her executive detached home, forced to work all hours of the night and day in numerous jobs and flog her jewellery to support her children before discovering that her ex (known as X) is plotting world domination (his strategy of doing absolutely nothing means the world is likely to explode through catastrophic climate change). Enter Gerard Butler as Mike Banning, a hot fifty-something secret service agent, who must solicit the attention of The Housewife to take on X and a host of corrupt politicians and oil barons, in some gun-toting action-packed sequences. 

If there is any doubt, I can confirm it will be an x-rated movie.

Onto other matters. My God, all this Harry and Meghan gossip in the news is driving me insane. Is there anyone on this planet who isn't close to blowing their brains out to try and avoid the next sordid revelation?  Also, I am disgusted that Harry's publishers have allowed him to talk about his "kills" in Afghanistan. Anyone with half a brain should realize that that claim could have serious security repercussions. Someone at the top of Random should have vetoed it, whether or not Harry might have had editorial control. I think the inclusion of that statement just shows how vulnerable and misguided Harry is - he really does need to be brought back into the family fold to be protected from himself. Unfortunately, that seems unlikely to happen while he's still married. 

What else has been going on this past year? Oh...Ukraine. Not a subject to be flippant about. However, here's an interesting fact. Putin is the same height as Tom Cruise. 

I, therefore, take back, on bended knee, every joke and subtle dig I have ever made at Tom's expense over the last 16 years (and there's been quite a few) because, quite clearly, compared to Putin, Tom is completely sane. In fact, I'd go so far as to say that Tom, being the daredevil he is, is probably the only man brave enough to take out Putin given half the chance. I cannot believe some of the stunts he does - you've got to hand it to him. What a star. I reckon he should shoot himself over Russia using the US missile defence system, parachute into the Kremlin and take on Putin in hand-to-hand combat. It would be almost a fair fight, sizewise at least. Tom, of course, is 60, so he has a slight advantage over Putin, who is 70, but I figure it will be evened out by the time Tom's taken out several hundred heavily armed Russian bodyguards and disarmed the nuclear weapons system as he'll probably be a little tired and sweaty. 

Wait a minute - what about if Tom parachuted in wearing a Putin mask - like the replica masks in the Mission Impossible films? Oh God that would be awesome. Two Putins, each one trying to convince an array of armed psychotic killers he is the real Putin and shoot the other instead. Blimey - that would be a nail-biter. World peace might all boil down to whether or not Tom can master a Russian accent.

Ok, what else has been going on in the world? Well, here in the UK, we have had three prime ministers in a year. Johnson, Truss and Sunak. (Sounds like some second-rate one-hit-wonder folk band from the late 1960s.) I feel a little bit sorry for Liz Truss. Being a tad too eager to make her mark, she screwed her term up, although I think it is also probably fair to say Sunak's ascendency looks like it was planned for some time, and a state-educated woman without much verbal dexterity was probably not going to last long anyway in a house dominated by over-privileged white males. Truss, unfortunately, was no Thatcher, and we all know that Thatcher outclassed and worked harder than all her male party rivals.   

Sunak has been having it easy so far as with Harry and Meghan dominating the headlines for weeks, he's been let off lightly as the UK continues to sink into a monumental decline. The state of the UK and, indeed, the world is depressing. Sometimes I wonder how I manage to write any comedy at all after looking at the news headlines. But then I come across articles like THIS, and I am revitalised. If you can't be bothered to read it, let me tell you it's about an 88-year-old Frenchman who stuck a WW11 shell (bomb) up his arse for sexual pleasure. The shell measured 8 inches long by 2 inches wide.


I don't know what to be more amazed at - the fact at 88, he still has urges, or that he had the physical strength and agility to manoeuvre it up his backside (Perhaps he just plunged himself on it after perhaps securing the shell to a vice) or that he had the courage to call for the assistance given his unusual predicament. 

Mind you, if you get thrills from shoving an explosive up your arse, then perhaps visiting casualty with your y-fronts around your ankles and declaring, "Excuse Monsieur, do you 'ave a bombe disposal unit 'ere. I 'ave inadvertently sat on a bombe" is probably not going to cause too much embarrassment. 

Anyway, clearly, this 88-year-old Frenchman was not on the frontline defending the border from the Nazis when they invaded, as, without a doubt, that sort of mad courage would provoke fear amongst even the most resolute of invaders. You certainly wouldn't want to get involved in any hand-to-hand combat. Imagine being clubbed by a shell retrieved from someone's anus.

You know, I kinda fancy seeing Tom Cruise parachuting into the Kremlin with an explosive up his backside. 

Now that would make one terrific film.  

My Nominees for the US and UK Elections and Other Waffle

It's the early hours of the morning, and I have had a large gin... Late-night alcohol is always a good recipe for writing gibberish. And...