I’ve just heard from a BBC producer I’ve been working with that I’ve got a radio play in the next commissioning round. In the BBC’s labyrinthine commissioning process, that means it’s got through the departmental sift. The next hurdles are to get through the precommissioning offers, and then commissioning itself.
Michelle Lipton’s got an extremely useful rundown of the radio commissioning process on her blog. I’ve had it explained to me and but it’s like when accountants explain income tax – I can just grasp it at the time, but ten minutes later, it’s Zen like mysticism again. Still, that’s what producers are for…
.. since my last post. But I’m back now, anyway.
I’ve put up some clips on YouTube from a indie sitcom pilot I did a long time ago in a universe far far away.
It’s an innuendo happy Jane Austen/Henry Fielding-esque romp, which my co-writer, Peter Thornhill directed, and I produced, call Sedgefield Park. We raised the money in a very complicated and clever scheme from one of EM Media’s predecessors, EMMI, and used it as a calling card. So this is the first time it’s been put before an adoring public.
The three YouTube clips are Pig Whispering, Wedding Bells, and Bush Trimming, and Tearstained Letters.
Or they’re here:
The wimpish Mr Nancy confronts his old adversary Major Boner:
Meanwhile, the Squire’s two handymen, Perkins and Grummock, show off their talent for ‘pig whispering’, encouraging Mr Nancy’s recalcitrant boar Percy to romance his own prize sow, Twinkie.
While Mr Nancy’s genteel intended, Jane assess Major Boner’s charms…
And Mr Nancy spies on their courting:
I just sent off my treatment for the Euroscript story competition. Two pages of glorious prose describing a story for which I have buckets of enthusiasm, which works, fits a proven market niche, and wouldn’t cost that much. Producers email here. I’ll hear back in June whether I’ve got anywhere with it.
In the meantime, I continue to be about one degree from people doing quite nicely thankyou.Various of the actors on the Recorded For Training Purposes day keep turning up on Stewart Lee’s comedy vehicle. That has to mean something.
David Mitchell (the one, as per his twitter description ‘who’s in Peep Show and things, not the novelist or the former Tory MP’) saw a sketch of mine on Monday night, in a pub cellar near the BBC. It, plus about a dozen others, were the fruits of the loins of a BBC comedy workshop for people who’d got stuff on Recorded For Training Purposes on BBC Radio Four.
I felt sorry for him. Not because of my Crime Festival sketch – necessarily – but because he was sitting at the front of an audience of about 40, max, thirty of whom had written stuff he was watching. The other ten were Radio Four comedy producers. Eyes were on him. Would he laugh? Would he cry? Would he slump comatose from his stool into the lap of a Radio Four producer?
My wife had already subscribed to his Tweets. She had instructions to text me if he twittered about the brilliance of any of the sketches. He didn’t. Not even mine. Actually he mostly looked bemused, although he did laugh a couple of times. Not even at mine. Nor did he slump into a lap. Not even mine.
But then neither did he slag them off, presumably because he’s far too nice and professional. Or he couldn’t be arsed. Or he was focusing on aiming his slump at a specific comedy producer.
Most likely though, he knows you just can’t be too careful.
At the De Montfort university Screenwriting day on Saturday, Neil Mossey, of ‘Kate Modern‘ (an online drama, m’lud) pointed out that us nice liberal Guardian reading types quail at the nasty realities of funding online drama. It boils down to 1. Sponsorship, and 2. Product Placement. I quailed. He tried to quail, but everyone kept asking him about it. He was a quail fail.
I will get to cranberry sauce* in a minute.
The quailing, in the end, is probably not justified. Sponsors and Product Placers know they can’t be too crass or viewers will haemorrhage away to watch lego skateboarding hamsters; we understand that wafting some branding in front of the camera here and there is the price we pay (literally) for free content, just as DFS ads are the price we pay for Inspector Morse on ITV3. It’s just How Life Is.
The alternative is letting the BBC run the internet.
The photo thing – my Coit Tower pic on Schmapp (see below) – worked out, btw. And I put the ten minuter play in for a competition in St Ives and it’s got through to the next bit, which I’ll hear about in April.
*Cranberry sauce. When Delia Smith used cranberries on telly, demand went through the roof, so it’s not as if product placement doesn’t happen by accident anyhow. Why shouldn’t we have the benefit of it?
Following the tumult of celebrity exposure of what turned out to be one 30 second sketch on the BBC’s Recorded For Training Purposes, I’m now on one of their follow up courses for ‘promising’ comedy writers, in London next month. So at least I’m still ‘promising’ rather than ‘tolerated’. More importantly I guess, I’m on the BBC’s radar, in a very low level, could-just-be-an-errant-starling kind of way.
In other news: I’m doing the De Montfort University MA Course writing day on March 7. A couple of years ago I hosted one of the Q and A panels, but this time I’m merely a prole and have to pay. Promising, see.
Oh, and one of my photos from San Francisco, of the Coit Tower, is shortlisted to be on some tourist guide website called Schnapp.
I took it on my 40th birthday. Promising, you see.
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The Sketch went out last night on Recorded For Training Purposes. All glorious 30 seconds or so of it, shorn of punchline by the script editors, which may or may not have been for the best. (It’s the parental IT helpline one, since you ask).
Lots of textual congrats from friends and family who I’d made damn sure knew it was coming up, and quite a lot of ‘sorry, missed it, is it online’ too.
So yes, it is. Here’s the link to the iPlayer version and here’s the show’s bit of the BBC site with my credit on it. They’re only up for a week.
I’ve (hopefully) got a couple of others coming in subsequent weeks too. Hopefully.