The last few days once again have filled the time with tales of wonder and then more wonder but of a different sort, one of which perhaps leaves a bitter taste in the mouth.
So to Tuesday, a detour was taken to a pub just shy of the London Bridge tube station, to sit down and listen to some scripts written by aspiring comedic writers to be. The cunning name for the writers writing comedy, who were also in London; The London Comedy Writers. How fiendish…
It was actually a rather bizarre thing to do, after all the most I have ever written for, was the blog, the podcast and various crayon scrawlings in phone boxes. Never had I considered writing comedy, in script form and it was a good learning experience. The actors were superb in reading the script, and the material presented by two likely lads who decided University was a waste of time (cough, cough), and the feedback given was slightly hopeful.
It would be unfair to say what it was and also to spoil some of the humour, so for once, I guess the beans shall remain in the tin, as opposed to all over the floor in an erotic display of, err, eroticness.
The idea of the evening was to have your work read out for various people who will have recieved your script beforehand, and have feedback given by whoever was there. Looking back it is the only true way to know if you have what it takes to make it and they all did a very good job in being fair, something very hard to do these days. I suppose that to write so little what what was a great time is a grand injustice to what the LCW actually is, so with that note, I suggest you look up their website and see what it’s all about.