blue cat

This couldn't wait until friday.

2008-05-08T11:33:00.002+01:00

From the mighty popjustice, Sonny J's 'Handsfree (If You Hold My Hand)', which ticks all my boxes by having a) a lady with superheroish powers, and b) cool dance routines.

Now mum's back home, I seem to have settled into a pleasant routing of going for a swim in the morning, then wandering over to mum's after lunch, so she can have a nice kip without having to worry about phones, people popping round and so on. And because there's no wi-fi over there, I actually have to get on with work, which means I've finished the first draft of the second ep of my Teen Drama Project two weeks early, woo hoo!

I'm also helping out with the gardening.

MUM: Try a bit of this rocket lettuce.

I nibble on it. Mmm, rather hotter than I'm used to, but very nice.

ME: Mmm. It's rather hotter than I'm used to, but very nice.
MUM: Oooh, try this.

She hands me a differently-shaped green leaf. I nibble it, cautiously.

ME: Hmm. It's a bit sort of ... soapy.

I chew away thoughtfully for a bit longer.

ME: And slightly bitter. What is it?
MUM: I don't know.

Slight pause.

ME: Bleeeeuuuugh.

Well I'm delighted Boris Johnson was voted in as mayor of London.

2008-05-03T11:18:00.003+01:00

Because that means no-one from our fair capital CAN EVER BE PATRONIZING ABOUT CORNWALL AGAIN.

Sample conversations:

PRODUCER: You live in Cornwall? Hahahahaha, I bet it's all inbred down there.
ME: Yeah yeah, but at least we didn't vote for BORIS FUCKING JOHNSON, you retarded fuck.
PRODUCER: ....

PRODUCER: Your agent tells me me you're actually based in Cornwall? Come up to find out what roads and technology are like, ahahahahaha
ME: Well at least I don't know anyone who'd openly use the word 'picaninnies' LIKE BORIS FUCKING JOHNSON.
PRODUCER: Dammit.

PRODUCER: Cornwall eh? Oooh piskies, ooooh-
ME: BORIS JOHNSON, BORIS JOHNSON, BORIS JOHNSON, BORIS FUCKING JOHNSON.
PRODUCER: Yes, I still can't believe that one, to be honest.

I mean, jesus h (for 'Herbert') christ, I cannot believe London voted for a man who uses the word 'picaninny' and compares homosexuality to bestiality. Clearly the collective power of voters FROM THE NINETEEN FUCKING THIRTIES has long been underestimated.

Friday's Music Video: The Ting Tings

2008-05-02T11:05:00.001+01:00

I'm going to try and put up a music video every Friday from now on. Until I forget.

Anyway, I bloody loves me this song, I do.

'That's Not My Name', by The Ting Tings.

I liked the 'What's at stake for Jesus' line though.

2008-04-28T11:56:00.005+01:00

Interesting article in the Media Guardian about the current state of BBC Drama. You may have to sign up for the site if you haven't already, but it's free, and certainly worth your time.

UPDATE: now with a follow-up blog entry by Gareth.

Interesting partly because the main interviewee of the article makes an appearance in this post (while the writer of the article is in this one), but also because my experience of working with BBC Drama (they commissioned the teen drama from an outline, then a pilot script, then a second script, which I'm working on right now), has been almost entirely positive.

There are a number of reasons why this might be the case though, and also why I might be coming from a slightly different place to most drama writers, which are:

1) Having come from a comedy-writing background, where the only reason a Head of a Department would remember your name, or even come up and speak to you at a screening party (for example) is if they mistake you for an actor. This is understandable, as I was standing between Mark Heap and Oli Chris at the time, and I'm taller and better looking than both. All right, not better looking. Taller though. Than Mark Heap. A bit.

The conversation went like this:

HD: (not entirely un-flirtily) Hello, and where might I know you from?'
ME: (confused) Erm, did you ever go to the Waterstone's in Canterbury?
OLI: James is one of the writers.
HD: (annoyed) Oh.
ME: So, what did you-

Head of Department walks away.

ME: Oh.

2) I have had some small experience of co-writing a number of pilots for American networks. I can't go into this for exciting legal reasons, but the main impression I got from the experience was 'jesus this isn't much fun at all'. Every line of dialogue had to go through not just four executives, but four levels of executives. Any decision to do with casting involved conference calls with thirty casting agents on the same line, so you were ten minutes in just saying hello. BBC Drama may well be moving worryingly in this direction (and the bit about everyone constantly fretting about what the person at the top is going to think, rather than getting on with their job sounds a bit familiar), but I would say it has a way to go yet.

3) I like working collaboratively. The series is totally my baby, but I'm the first to admit that I have a lot to learn about structure, pacing, narrative arcs and so on. A surprising amount of stuff I did pick up from Bob the Builder, but my teen drama episodes will be sixty minutes long rather than eight, so unless the actors say their lines verrrrry verrrrrry slowwwwwwllllyyyy, I have to try and work out how to do this properly. Before I write each episode, I sit down with Joe Donaldson, the assistant producer, and Liz Kilgariff, the script editor, and we work together on the outline. And because we've spent a lot of time with these characters now, developing their backgrounds and talking about where they're going to go, if they disagree with me on what I want to happen, I can trust them that they're not doing so because they want to curry favour with people above them, but because they actually give a shit about the story we're trying to tell. This is close to being my favourite bit of the whole process, and sometimes I like to pretend it's an elaborate roleplaying game session, except that I'm going to write it all down later, and it's a bit more expensive. And I'm not allowed to have beholders in it. Although it's set in Cornwall, so +1 swords haven't been entirely ruled out.

4) The executive producer actually said to me about the first draft 'Hmm, I like this, but I think you could be a bit bolder with it. You know, taking a few more creative risks'. Producers who say things like this deserve parades.

5) I am being protected by the afore-mentioned TEAM MEATSHIELD.

None of this should be read as an attack on a pleasingly even-handed article by the way (yes, I'm sucking up to Gareth after some nasty bullying from that James Corden boy*), or to pick fights with writers much more experienced and talented than myself. It is only early days, and I'm sure there'll be some quite big and quite nasty fights to come along. But it would be remiss of me not to say that at this stage at least, working with Joe, Liz and various people at BBC Drama has been an enormously encouraging experience.

Obviously, if after ep two is finished the high muckety-mucks don't commission a full series, I'll burn down the East Tower of TV Centre and then force-feed them the shredded remnants of my tv license. But Agent Matt put that in the contract**, I think, so they've had fair warning.

* I'm on Team Gareth, even if only because we had a nice chat about Battlestar Galactica once, before it was cool to like it.
** I think it would be fair to say that Agent Matt's experience with the Contracts department has been a slightly less nourishing affair altogether.

The script will be better than this post though, don't worry.

2008-04-23T16:54:00.004+01:00

Yesterday then, in descending order of importance, Mum got back from hospital early, scans revealed that the Blue Kitten (due in September) is almost certainly girl-shaped, and the eleventh draft of my kids' book has been declared almost ready to go to ~~the~~ some publishers.

(EDIT: it's been pointed out this makes it look like I have a publisher lined up. I don't, so my literary agent OH YES I'VE GOT TWO AGENTS is sending it off to various different publishers. Are you a publisher? Why not call me now, before missing THE OPPORTUNITY OF A LIFETIME!!!!!)

Obviously all sorts of things can go wrong in all sorts of direction, but sometimes it's okay to look back and think 'Hmm. That was quite a good day'.

Also I was able to make a start on the second episode of my teen drama thing, after the BBC Drama department okayed the outline, a process which went something like this:

SFX: phone rings

BBC DRAMA DEPT.: (sobbing) Is james there?

ME: Speaking.

BBC DRAMA DEPT.: OH MY GOD WE DON'T HAVE MUCH TIME!

ME: We don't?

BBC DRAMA DEPT.: The outline went to the highest levels. THE HIGHEST LEVELS! Word from on high is (whispers) you may proceed to stage two

ME: You mean actually writing it?

BBC DRAMA DEPT.: I can't talk now, I think this phone is tapped.

SFX: Click. Brrrrrrrrrr....

Because they're the 'Drama' department, you see. They do everything in quite a dramatic- oh please yourselves.

Put that down

2008-04-22T15:05:00.004+01:00

(from boingboing)

What the hell is going on with security guards cracking down on photography in this country? I'm reading stuff like this on an increasingly regular basis, and it's getting a bit worrying.

UPDATE: Sean has linked to a petition at the Downing Street website in the commments below. Well worth putting one's name to that, I think.

In answer to Tim's question, I believe 'street photography' is when one makes pinhole cameras out of used crack vials, then sells the resulting happy snaps to the Observer magazine. Hope this helps, Tim.

Finest Comedy Minds Of A Generation

2008-04-18T17:09:00.003+01:00

EXT. A RESTAURANT IN LONDON'S FASHIONABLE BRICK LANE - EVENING

A group of writers, some writer/actors and a producer are gathered together for a nice chat.

ME: ... and we're having the scan next week, so we can tell what it'll be.
PRODUCER: You mean like whether it's going to be an elf or a pixie?
ME: Ha ha ha. (explains) She's saying that because I live in Cornwall.
PRODUCER: Or a leprechaun.
ME: Hmm.
PRODUCER: Or one of those talking tree things from Lord of the Rings.
ME: An Ent?
PRODUCER: What's an Ent?
ROB: A posh insect that only hangs around really expensive picnics.
ME: ...

ROB, by the way, is currently starring in a PC World advert, with a family WHICH IS NOT HIS REAL FAMILY, pretending to care how much he spends on computers ROB DOES NOT CARE HOW MUCH HE SPENDS ON COMPUTERS.

I just think people should be warned, that's all.

Escapius Podulus

2008-04-13T10:15:00.003+01:00

I'm pleased to say the M-Class Parental Unit is back for the present, although she's got to be driven over to Plymouth for an operation on Wednesday. Fingers crossed that might be it all over and done with then.

Cor, James Moran's 'Fires of Pompei' episode was a cracker - lots of lovely little jokes, and some good emotional stuff. La Tate hasn't been entirely annoying either, although she does seem to need a firm directorial hand on the tiller. I have to admit, I found the 'gurning through the glass panel' bit in the series opener last week to be really rather endearing as well.

Two solid episodes of Who straight away then. Normally I'm happy to have had three in a whole series, and we haven't had Moffat's yet, so it's looking good thus far.

Random Quote Of The Week:

PATROCLUS: How come whenever I read James Moran's blog, he's always insanely busy, then I look over at you, and you're playing Bioshock?

ME: Because Other James isn't doing it right.

(and then I scuttled off to write two television series outlines and a sample scene for my Regency Action Movie, so clearly Other James is acting as an inspiration for us all)

I'm away for a few days from tomorrow, and probably sans broadband (Slough) so if anyone needs to get hold of me, the mobile will have to do.

Thanks for that.

2008-04-09T21:45:00.001+01:00

My mum's in hospital at the moment, which isn't remotely where mum's are supposed to be. They're supposed to be indestructable, like the Terminator, but with a more nagging quality. Looks like (fingers crossed, touch wood) she'll be out soon, but in the meantime I'm taking my dad over as often as possible to keep her spirits up through conversations like this one:

Dad: You know that optician you like? Dead. Cancer. And he was only sixty-one.
Mum: OH FOR GOD'S SAKE.

On the way back in the car:

Dad: Your mother doesn't seem to need us to stay quite as long at the moment. That's a good sign.

Me: Of course it is.

"Annnnnthen he calls his family...."

2008-04-05T21:43:00.003+01:00

Drunk History, with Michael Cera as Axelelander Hannableton.

Writing Comedy Sketches

2008-04-04T12:17:00.003+01:00

Hi James

I hope you don't mind this unsolicited email but I wanted to ask your advice about comedy sketch writing as I know you contributed to Green Wing. Can you tell me if you studied journalism or went on a comedy writing course? If so, can you recommend somewhere where I should go. I like watching stand-up comedy but would prefer to be a writer as opposed to being on stage. Thanks in advance
Honey

I didn't study journalism (I WOULD RATHER DIE) or go on a comedy sketch writing course (I WOULD RATHER- oh, wait, I might be teaching one at some point), although I did take a course on scriptwriting at Derby University (glittering jewel of the Midlands) about ten years ago, what turned my life around. Nothing specifically about comedy though, more a blitz through various different formats (radio, short film, I think possibly theatre, although I may have dodged that one).

After I got this enquiry, I did some basic sums to see if I was qualified to hand out advice on how to write comedy sketches, and it turns out I have had exactly the same number of commissions as rejections, having written for Smack the Pony, Man Stroke Woman and a kid's thing called Planet Sketch, been rejected by Little Britain, Omid Djalili and The Bearded Ladies, and have decisions pending on three other sketch shows. Although some would mistake this for a sketch career teetering precariously on the edge, I would say it was a different edge entirely, a cutting edge if you will, and thus I am more qualified than anyone else in the world to dole out How To's.

Any-old-hoo, here is the sum total of my hard-won experience writing for multiple Emmy-award winning comedy sketch shows (/Gervais) for anyone who wants to write for a sketch show, but doesn't have an agent:

1. DO NOT write sketches that in the space of thirty seconds, attempt to cram in a spaceship collision, a flock of burning ostriches and a series of exploding cars. Sketch shows don't tend to have that much money. More than you think are filmed in the producer's own dwellings to save cash. This bit of video from Charlie Brooker's Screen Wipe shows how something as simple as a man falling off a log takes fifteen weeks, one kerjllion pounds and a crew of thirty to get on camera.

2. DO NOT send in sketches that don't have roles for the main actors. Which sounds obvious, but in my last meeting with the Ands, they told me of a series of sketches sent in revolving around a eight year old girl and her mother. The Ands in question are in their early fourties, and although jolly good actors, the make-up bill for that one would be considerable. And even if it worked, it would be really really creepy.

3. DO NOT send in a load of stuff you blatantly wrote for other shows. Or if you do, at least have the sense to change the character names. And if you remember that, make sure to also change 'him's to 'her's. And make sure it doesn't have a document title like 'greenwingscene732(rejected).doc. Ahem.

4. DO make sure you're sending your stuff in to the right place/person. If you see a sketch show you like, look at the credits to see which production company made it, and the name of the producer (don't usually worry about the executive producer, this tends to just be someone in a suit from Channel 4 or the BBC who walked past at some point and said 'yes well that seems fine, carry on, can't stop, overdue for my sex dungeon paid for by YOUR TAX' or similar).

5. Send in at least six sketches (better to do between eight and ten I reckon) to the producer with a brief covering letter stating previous experience if you have any, a brief statement explaining that you liked the show very much and would love to be given the chance to contribute if not. Don't write down your hobbies, or ambitions, nobody cares. Do Not, FOR THE SAKE OF ALL THAT IS GOOD AND PURE, try and be funny in your covering letter.

6. Get someone to read your sketches before you send them off, just to cover spelling and to make sure you haven't left any silly mistakes in. If they say 'so where's the funny bit then?' shout 'I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK!' and run to the kitchen in floods of tears to drown your sorrows in thick slabs of toast with marmite.

7. Try to keep track of which sketches have been accepted for which shows. Otherwise, you might have one sketch accepted for a recent show, only to suddenly remember that the very same sketch was also accepted for another show a few years ago, and that now there are two versions of the same sketch in existence. Prepare also to feel obscurely disappointed when no-one even notices.

8. Do not, if you get a meeting with, say, a couple of Ands, where they say that of the four sketches you sent in on spec they particularly liked three of them, ask 'what was wrong with the fourth one then?'. Because you will hear the words coming out of your mouth seconds after you say it, and will already be flushed with embarrassment by the time the producer says, in a not-unkind sort of way 'I'm sorry, we just didn't think it was very funny'.

I'll ask some of the other Green Wing types if they have any useful stuff in a tick, they all have a much longer and more distinguished sketch writing career than me, in some cases starting out before I was born (Rob).

UPDATE: just thought of this one: DON'T, when you get your first cheque for about £250 for your first ever comedy commission, immediately quit your job in the expectation of a glittering comedic career. You will Look Silly. Although I did then end up getting a temp job at Waterstone's, which turned into a proper job, and then The Best Job I Ever Had, ahhhhhhhh.

Random Things (updated):

2008-04-02T12:44:00.003+01:00

Gareth May, off of last year's Professional Writing course at Falmouth, has set up a website to show those most confused of all things, the young 21st century male how things should be done, from which newspapers are which, to Wakeboarding: a How and Why. It is worth a look.

'Tiger' Tim Warren, also of the Professional Writing MA, is now blogging professionally over at THE WORLD'S GREATEST TECHNOLOGY AND CULTURE BLOG The Root Of The Matter.

ALSO: go and say hello to Lisa Prior at Peckham2Paris.

And Dave has been a bit down of late, so all comments are probably welcome.

The Trailer to 'War Inc.', John Cusack's 'spiritual sequel to Grosse Point Blank' is now up, thusly:

It looks good. And slightly odd. But definitely good.

And

2008-04-01T16:02:00.003+01:00

Last week I was invited to a meeting with a couple of actors who appear in a sketch show with an 'And' in the middle. No, not those ones, the other ones. That's them.

I'd already written a few sketches on spec, and that I was invited to a meeting presumably meant they didn't hate them, and as I was up in That London anyway, I thought I'd pop along, just have a coffee or something, dunno. A few minutes later, I got another email just 'letting me know' that the purpose for the meeting was to pitch some sketch ideas to the 'Ands'.

Which I've never done before. And the thought didn't particularly appeal. In fact, I don't really see why most meetings happen in the first place, what with no-one ever actually needing to see my face, what with me being, you know, a writer.

But I decided to go anyway, because it's always fun to meet a new 'And'. So, I sat in the reception for a bit, wondering how exactly one goes about pitching sketch ideas. I mean, nobody expected me to act them out, surely? That's what the actors do, and also, I'd probably act out my own stuff really really well, which would intimidate the Ands, rather unfairly. Maybe you just shout out the catchphrase and then list umpteen social situations which could hilariously lead up to it, that seeming to be the point of every sketch show since The Fast Show, which means they all completely missed the point of The Fast Show, which was really rather magnificent.

Two actors joined me in reception. I could tell they were actors, as they were both flipping through scripts, and the boy one had very expensive hair, while the girl one was SIX FOOT EIGHT. Now there's a rule with tall people, that we regard each other as a refuge from the sub or normally heighted, which means one thing we don't do to each other is say 'OH MY GOD YOU'RE LIKE SIX FOOT EIGHT WHAT'S THE AIR LIKE UP THERE, LOL' AND SO ON. Sorry, 'and so on'. So we smiled politely at each other, and of course all the time I wanted to say 'OH MY GOD YOU'RE LIKE SIX FOOT EIGHT WHAT'S THE AIR LIKE UP THERE?'.

Finally I got the call that I could go in. I stand in front of some people from television, clutching my notebook and swaying slightly.

AND 1: So when you're ready to-
ME: There's a lady down there that's SIX FOOT EIGHT! That's taller than me! I'm quite tall, but she was really tall! As a consequence of which I have somewhat forgotten all the stuff I was going to pitch.
AND 2: (kindly) So which part of Cornwall are you from?

PS: France was very nice, Patroclus will be making a full report later.

Away for a few days

2008-03-27T07:20:00.002Z

Off to France, for the wedding of Patroclus Snr, where we fully expect to be mocked Gallicly by the community for this debacle.

It IS all very, very scary.

2008-03-24T19:00:00.004Z

From the last post's comment thread, Anonymous writes:

I've finished writing a script, and am a bit unsure what to do now. I have no experience in the industry at all, but want to get it sent off and... I was wondering if you could give me some advice.

Further research reveals:

It's a sitcom for television; I've written 3 episodes in full and have ideas for 3 more with my friend. Essentially, we don't have any contacts or experience at all, and so feel a bit lost and confused. For example, we don't know what sort of tone our covering letters should have, or how the whole thing works. Do we send it to as many production companies as we can find, or what? It all seems very, very scary...

Hmm. With my MANY YEARS OF EXPERIENCE AT THE TOP OF THIS INDUSTRY (/Sugar), I think probably two things to do straight away:

1. Write a brief outline, about half a page, saying what kind of thing it is you've written (half hour sitcom in this case), what's it's about, who the main characters are and roughly where the stories will be going (turns out I've written a thing about this here, hurrah).

The bad news is, I don't know how many production companies read anything that hasn't been sent to them by an agent. And if they do read unsolicited material, it won't be until they've got all their proper work done. So send it to them by all means, but don't expect an answer for a long long time.

The good news is, the BBC do have a mechanism for reading unsolicited scripts, via the Writer's Room website. The ratio of readers to scripts is pretty low, so again, it may take a while to get a response, but in time, a response is what you should get. So while you're waiting for that to happen, you need to get on with:

2. Find an agent. Look at the credits of shows you like, see who the writers are, google their names, find out who their agents are. Send your script with a brief, polite covering letter including the quick outline mentioned earlier (my own agent Matt Connell wrote a useful list of things agents are looking for in scripts here).

Once you've got an agent, he'll do all the sending to production companies for you, and they'll read it and get back much more quickly. But in the meantime, for god's sake start writing something else. Because there's every chance someone, an agent. production company reader, or person from the BBC will read it, love it, and already have or know of something very similar in production. So practically the best case scenario is that they'll ask 'What else have you got?' And 'Errrrrr' is not an acceptable answer.

Added to which, an agent wants someone who's in it for the long haul. They want to be constantly sending out outlines, looking at new material, finding interesting new ways for you to bring them in money.

And added to that, you can very quickly go mad waiting to hear back from production companies, and agents, only to find two years has gone by, and your script is hopelessly out of date anyway. So by the time someone does get back to you, make sure you've got something new to show them.

The 'what else have you got' question, by the way, is why I wouldn't write the first three episodes of anything, if I hadn't got a solid commitment from a broadcaster or production company. Just write the first script in full, because if it turns out you have to make biggish changes in that one, the knock-on effects could mean throwing the next two already-written scripts out of the window. As an example, the protagonist of the last sitcom script I wrote began as an unstoppable hitman, but by the third draft worked in a record shop specialising in obscure Scandinavian electronica. I mean I still could have had a lot of killing in the next two episodes, it just would have been harder to justify. Although possibly funnier. Hmm.

And all that said, the fact that I recently got my final cheque for the 'unstoppable hitman who turns into a clerk working a record shop specialising in obscure Scandinavian electronica' sitcom pilot with no other comment - no 'we liked this but' or 'ooh not sure', or even a kindly 'go away, you're shit', just... nothing, suggests I am THE WORST PERSON ON EARTH to proffer advice on getting your sitcom made. So if you work in a production company, or the bbc, or are an agent, and think I have just written a load of old useless toss, do please leave a comment below. If you're from Channel 4, a simple cheque will suffice.

Thanks Tony

2008-03-21T07:24:00.004Z

TONY ROBINSON: ... and over here in the third trench, Carenza has discovered a brick floor. Which is like a wall, but on its side.

I think it's in 'The Best Christmukkah Ever'

2008-03-17T20:02:00.005Z

One of the many moments which added up to turn The OC from a quite-good teen soap to a Work of Blimmin' Genius was when Summer, one of the less-bright characters, made a joke about Michael Chabon's 'Kavalier and Clay' and the makers of the the show didn't try and explain it to the audience, unlike ITV's The Fixer, the first episode of which I watched on the recommendation of a television critic I spat fish on once.

In it, an otherwise exemplary joke resting on the confusion between a hardback book called 'Genome' and the small porcelein homonculi that live in auntie's gardens and generally arse about in a static sort of way, was horribly messed up by The Amusing Idiot Character leaving the perfect space for the joke to sink in, then saying 'gnomes', while spangly-dressed women danced past holding placards saying 'DO YOU SEE, IT WAS A PLAY ON WORDS!!!!!'. I will watch the second episode, but only because the critic I spat fish on once still likes it, and the main character, a ruthless killer, reminds me amusingly of my deeply Christian, and very nice ex-landlord.

But to return to the start (collect two hundred pounds), I am three chapters into Michael Chabon's new one, 'The Yiddish Policemen's Union', which I started reading in Pizza Express with a fine glass of red, and almost immediately started composing a list of people to email with a sort of 'bloody hell you HAVE to read this it is REALLY REALLY good' and then I thought oh yeah, I have a blog, so I thought I'd put it here instead.

I could have linked various titles and stuff to Amazon, but in the spirit of The OC I will do you the respect of assuming you are not unfamiliar with Mister Google.

UPDATE: oooh ooh, by a weird coincidence, I've just realised that the subject of 'not apologising for jokes which need a bit of work' is also raised in the post in which I spat fish on a critic! (click on the 'critics' tag). I AM ON FIRE (not literally).

In the sense that I can always write a load of rubbish.

2008-03-13T15:37:00.002Z

On Tuesday I did (performed? maestroed?) a Narrative Workshop for the Digital Animation course at Falmouth Art College, which went well I think, in that at least no-one shouted 'You are clearly making this up!' at any point. A big part of the workshop was getting the students to look at the various rules different genres have, make up a character and story in that genre, then smash a completely different genre into it at high speed and see what happens. I pretended they had to do this in the name of getting them to realize they already know a lot more about the conventions of different types of story than they think they do, but really because I thought it might be a laugh.

My great hope, for a Godzilla Detective movie, sadly failed to transpire, but the Post-Apocalyptic Kids Fantasy came out well, as did the Jane Austen B-Movie. I think there was also a Post-Apocalyptic Musical in there as well (can you tell everyone's favourite genre at the moment?) but I may have imagined it.

Afterwards, some of the students were kind enough to ask me questions (I think the course leader bribed them to look interested).

STUDENT: So do you have, you know, ever, a writer's blog?
ME: Well, yes, I've gone one called jamesandthebluecat actually, and I think it's useful to have a blog if you're doing any kind of creative endeavour, because, you know, like minds linking up, power of collaboration etc etc...

I continue in this vein for MANY HOURS until eventually I notice the student has developed a slight rictus grin, his eyes desperately darting from side to side as he attempts to telepathically summon over another human being to stem the ENDLESS TIDE OF WISDOM.

Slight pause.

ME: You actually asked if I ever have writer's block didn't you?
STUDENT: Yes.
ME: No I don't.

Tommy The Tungsten Robot

2008-03-11T08:54:00.003Z

You know that thing when Richard from Green Wing says 'ooh I'm going to make a film about a robot with some mates, do you want to help?' and you say 'sure, just let me know what I can do', and they do let you know, but you don't get round to it and anyway you live in Cornwall which is often a good excuse to get out of doing anything ever?

Well Richard from Green Wing and his mates gone done made the film without my help, which I find astounding. If you look carefully, you will see Richard acting in it, and Fay from Green Wing in it acting as well. YouTube has cut the film into two parts thusly:

Cornwall is having a HURRICANE!

2008-03-10T16:07:00.004Z

I went into town to post a thing earlier, and NEARLY BLEW AWAY. The post office was very exciting, everyone thinks they are going to be washed into the sea by the hurricane soon and are sending postcards like 'Dear Aunty Sue, please send us hampers of extraordinary food and a bottle of nice port because we will have no supplies soon because of the hurricane'.

Later I will tell you all about how I went to the DUMBfunded thing which I was worried about because of the reverse stage fright thing, but it was all fine, I decided not to take the reserved seats at the front, but rather stand lurking at the back, which was the correct decision I think because I started sweating profusely the moment the first lot of performers started striding towards the stage, and then by the time they'd actually reached the stage, my legs had buckled and I slid slowly down the wall and sat on the floor instead. I would describe the amount of sympathy given to me by my pregnant partner as 'acceptable'. So I listened to it rather than seeing it, but it all went down jolly well.

Look, she's not that pregnant. I got some seats over at the back on the other side (I don't mean 'dead') for the second half.

Anyway, back to the hurricane, it's all jolly exciting, and I for one am quite glad I don't have a wooden bowl of Christmas clementines, or a limestone floor, or any minute now one would be vomiting across the other, I'll be bound.

*goes back to cradling shotgun, waiting for looters*

Gary Gygax changed my life.

2008-03-07T07:21:00.003Z

He really did.

Gary Gygax, who died a couple of days ago was, for the non-geeks among you (I'm assuming there's a couple), together with Dave Arneson, the inventor of Dungeons and Dragons, right back in the year Nineteen... Tumpty Tum. Now D&D is nowhere near the best roleplaying game. In fact it's nearly the worst; it's clunky, humourless, sees Renaissance Fairs as examples of medieval-style gritty realism and mashes together Tolkien, Jack Vance and gribbly monsters in a way that doesn't make any sense whichever way you hold up the Monster Manual.

But when I was a socially-crippled teenager (and I don't mean that in a self-deprecating way, I mean literally hobbled with embarrassment and shame and fear even beyond the standard requirements of teenagerdom), D&D gave me a means by which I could interact with other kids my own age without it mattering what music I liked (Supertramp), or how good I was at sport (not very), or whether I had the right kind of clothes (Supertramp t-shirt). What matters in rpgs is how well you can tell a story, and how well you can work with the other players to make the collaborative story far better than anything any one of you could make up on your own.

Eventually of course, the whole thing fell apart, when alcohol came along, and then girls, and I was left clutching a plastic bag full of character sheets and funny shaped dice, wondering what had just happened. I still do, to be honest.

We hadn't just played D&D though - in fact once the limitations of the system became apparent, we moved on to a game based around the works of Michael Moorcock, utterly unhindered that only one of our number had even read them. Call of Cthulhu was another favourite, in which nineteen thirties investigators confronted Lovecraftian monsters from the beyond and went gradually and irrevocably mad. I also ran a game of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles in which an anthropomorphic fox and polar bear teamed up to fight a) alien monsters and b) Robocop in order to protect another alien disguised as Denholm Elliot, but to be honest even I don't really know what was going on in that one.

But one thing D&D had showed me, even before we starting mucking about with other games, was a sense that collaborative storytelling could be a thing all of its own, like and yet unlike reading a novel, watching a film or attending the theatre. At its best, it encompasses any and all of those and yet can still be its own thing entirely. And entertaining though it was, we were dimly aware that on some level we were creating a strange kind of Art, that was entirely ours and unlike anything we were taught as school. I wanted to be a writer long before I became a gamer, but what kept me sticking with it even through shit jobs, and years of thinking I wasn't getting anywhere with it at all, was trying to recapture a tiny bit of that genuine storytelling magic I used to experience three times a week over at Ben's house, drinking way too much coffee and rolling little plastic dice.

So Gary Gygax, I will forever be in your debt. Although I still think the Cure Light Wounds spell was underpowered.

Quick catchy-up stuff

2008-03-06T20:51:00.002Z

Long time blog chum PP is doing a sponsored run for Sport Relief, which I think you, yes, YOU, should sponsor him for. Linky here. It's linked to Comic Relief, so if you do donate something, you then don't have to have anything to do with the rest of the whole ghastly parade, hurrah.

Order Of The Stick reacts to Gary Gygax's death: Awwwww.

Simon Pegg reacts (on Edgar Wright's blog) to the announcement that a US version of Spaced is going to be made, without him or Edgar being consulted at any point, or Jessica Stephenson/Hynes even being mentioned in the press release as a co-creator.

The gist: he's not happy.

I have finally given up on the BLOODY MUSHROOMS, and tipped the lot into the compost bin, where at least they might have another chance.

My Shaun the Sheep episode has been accepted, woo!

Agent Matt And The Towering Pile Of Questions

2008-03-03T14:16:00.005Z

I won't put a picture of Agent Matt up, partly because he operates from out of the shadows, and partly because I can't find one, but anyway, he's been my agent for a good five years now, I reckon, and he really is ver ver good. He is here now to answer the questions put to him ages ago, which he started answering, then went on holiday and forgot about, then Boz reminded me, and I reminded him, and now he's done them.

How and why did you become an agent?

It was pretty much an accident. I had just done an MA and was wondering what I wanted to do for a career when I got some work experience at an agency. And then, frankly, everyone kept leaving.... So I had started out as an assistant/reader, then a junior agent, and then was juggling a full list quite early on. Almost all agents start out as assistants, which is obviously a good training ground.

What qualities does a good agent need?

I suppose, like with most jobs, there’s an element of contradiction in being a good agent: you need to be hard-nosed but amenable, thick-skinned but sensitive, stubborn but diplomatic. In other words, there are different qualities needed when building relationships with clients and with producers, for instance. More generally, it helps to be good with names and faces, you need to be pretty organised (imagine having 30 clients working on say 3 or 4 different projects each with 3 or 4 more in the pipeline – that’s 240 entirely different projects to keep track of) and to have a good eye for detail. And obviously you need to know the right people (the ‘right’ people being different people for every writer), to know something of the mechanics of scriptwriting, and to have a pretty good understanding of writers’ agreements and contract law. (Those last few aren’t strictly ‘qualities’, I know.)

Do agents tend to stay being agents, or end up agenting for a bit and then moving on to different jobs in the media?

Personally, I can’t imagine doing something else now, but lots of agents take a break and turn up elsewhere, eg both the National Theatre’s associate director/literary manager and their literary contracts manager used to be agents and there are lots of ex-agents in the industry.

How many clients do you have to look after?

It varies, some agents might have less than 10, others might have upwards of 50. I suppose, to be crude, it would depend on how much money was being generated – my thinking would always be that I’d rather have a smaller list but with everyone working, rather than a big list with a handful of earners and lots of others struggling to compete for my time.

How often do you lie as part of your job?

Less than you might think. Obviously there are times when you don’t want to show all your cards, and you sometimes have to be creative in putting clients up for projects or levering for good deals, but that’s not really lying, is it? Is it?

How many places up the hatred pile are you from estate agents?

Before the previous question, I would have hoped the answer would be ‘quite a few’. Now, I’m not so sure.

Ari Gold: hero, role model or tosser?

A mixture of hero and tosser, but definitely not a role model. Murray from Flight of the Conchords is more of a personal hero for me.

Do you actively seek out new writers, or do you tend to have them recommended to you?

Both. Recommendations are always helpful (and will always push a script further up the ‘priority’ pile), but it’s also nice to be able to uncover an exciting new talent. When taking on a new writer, it’s almost more fun if they’re very new so that you’ve got a blank slate to start from, although their writing probably has to be that little bit more distinctive than if they already have a track record.

Have you ever put real slush in a slush pile?

No.

Do you have certain times put aside for reading? How many scripts do you get round to reading at those times? How many are good?

Firstly, if anyone who reads James’ blog is still waiting for me to read their script, I’m really really really sorry for the delay. I try to take occasional reading days, but invariably these get taken up with reading clients’ scripts (some agents do lots of work with clients’ spec scripts, giving notes/feedback etc). I try to read scripts at evenings and weekends as much as possible, but my girlfriend gets mad at all the scripts cluttering up our flat. One thing that I think writers sometimes forget is that most agencies don’t employ external readers and they’re not actually obliged to read unsolicited scripts (unlike, say, the BBC or new writing theatres) so it inevitably takes a while to get a response.

What are the best ways to impress an agent? What are the worst?

At the risk of sounding obvious, the best way to impress an agent is to write a terrific script. One of the pleasures of representing writers (as opposed to actors, directors, technicians etc) is that writers always have the opportunity to display their wares – ie you can always show how good you are (rather than just having to submit a CV or a short film or a headshot or a showreel). So, in theory, good writing should always find a home. Although this might be wishful thinking on my part....

The worst way is to constantly chase for a response. Most agents do appreciate how frustrating it is waiting to hear back, but it sets alarm bells ringing in an agent’s head if they’re already getting hassle from a writer before even taking them on!

How long should someone wait after they've sent you a script to chase up yo lazy ass?

Hard to say, because every agent needs a different reading period. It’s fine to ask ‘how long before I might expect to hear?’ when you first make contact, but then don’t chase within that time period.

Have you ever veto-d anything on this blog?

Not as such, but occasionally I might have to gently remind James that he can’t really distribute copyrighted material illegally via his blog (eg Green Wing series 2 scripts as suggested last week).* He’s quite outspoken sometimes, but usually in quite a British way, so I don’t think he’s unwittingly made any enemies in the industry.** Not yet anyway.

What’s that on your shoe?

Slush.

* Oops.
** This is true. I have made them entirely wittingly.

Thanks for that.

2008-03-03T09:07:00.002Z

When I first took the simple city girl that is The Divine Miss P and dragged her down my luxurious country abode, ignoring the lamentations of London's menfolk, any of whom I could have taken in a fight btw, I quickly decided that the matter of Cornwall And Its Many Funny-Sounding Placenames would have to be dealt with really quite carefully.

Bad enough with Paul Pennyfeather, who can't go to Bristol without ringing me in high-pitched voice and squeaking 'Bristols! Tee hee hee!', and still regularly falls over trying to work out which local newspaper slogan sounds funniest: 'Pick Up A Cornishman', or 'Why Not Grope A Falmouth Packet' (I made the second one up).

So yesterday, when Miss P and I travelled deep into the heart of Cornwall to pick up a second-hand bed that by the way looks a lot girlier in RL than it did on the photo on ebay, my first thought was to make sure we passed neither Indian Queens (tee hee!) or Praze an Beeble (just silly). Neither did we go anywhere near Cornwall's highest geographical feature, a proto-mountain called Brown Willy.

We did, however, go past a place called 'Ventongimps', the derivation of which I don't really want to think about. Much mirth was caused, but there we are, I thought, that's about it. Cornwall has a number of rather odd place names, and we're through the worst of it. A certain acclimatization has taken place, and from now on, there is no village name silly, or rude, or just plain saucy enough to cause any reaction at all.

Four minutes later, we drive through a village called 'Cocks'.

UPDATE: for those asking about the interview thing with Agent Matt, he's been on holiday recently, and gave profuse apologies for not completing the thing before he went away. However he is now back, so I shall shout at him.

All Hail Our Shadowy Overlords

2008-02-27T08:59:00.002Z

Diebold Accidentally Leaks Results Of 2008 Election Early

Not seen any of the Onion videos before (I only tend to read the A.V. club stuff now), but PP pointed me towards this clip, which is really rather spiffy. And suprisingly high production values too, nerdy nerd nerd.