....... mean nowt to anyone else & won't be remembered ..... what's yours? For some vague reason, and a comment from V-Joe, a mad incident, from years back, just popped into my head. I was 'on the doors' at Rock City Nottingham and, at the time, had been given sole charge of the balcony for whatever obscure reason. Cypress Hill were playing that night and, being a fan, I'd gone straight from my day job to take one of my sons, 15 at the time and also a fan, to see/hear the sound check. We had a great time and had a few drinks & a meal with the band then I sent my son home in a taxi so I could 'get into character' for the night ahead. I started off, as usual, on the front door checking the queue for knives etc, then went inside to monitor the dance floor and stage door areas. I got a call to go to 'front of house' and the house manager was there with the band's manager. I thought I was in trouble, for eating & drinking with them, but it appeared I was being asked a favour. The minibus, with the back-up crew, had crashed and they were struggling to get the show on. There was no one to man the spotlight, from the balcony, and change the colours etc "Yeah," I said, thinking it would be a piece of piss, in my then state of being invincible, "No problem." So there I was on the balcony, with this huge hot & throbbing beast between my legs, wondering what all the slides & buttons were for. I was given a 'script' & playlist and received bellowed instructions over the top of a booming sound system. So there's now 2,000 rabid Cypress Hill fans going mental as the group hit the stage which is in total darkness. Cue my 'stage direction's sheet' ...... Blue slide - lead singer - pinprick on face panning out to full body!!!!!! I'm wrestling with the two handles on the side of the fcker and trying to get the right colour on the front while trying to pick out the singer on a pitch black stage ........... "Keep still you fcker!" Eventually I pick him out, as he's rampaging around like a pig escaping from an abattoir, and get into the directions and the set list. Now I'm fckn flying and zooming, panning & changing colours like a pro. I'm sweating like Altidore in front of goal but keeping up with play and feeling good. The show ends and Sen Dog, the lead singer, waves to me and gives me the big 'thumbs up' What a fckn highlight of my life and no one I knew was there Afterwards I was invited backstage and given a signed baseball cap, I still have, and an invite to South Gate, California that I never took up. It's shyte when you have such a great & unique experience but none of your friends or family are there to share it. That's life though eh? Yes I've had a drink but I couldn't care less tbh ....... just wondered about how unpredictable life is and how minor decisions can make a major difference in your life. I hope V-Joe can take some comfort in the fact that, in reality, we have very little control over life events and fck all idea about what we're doing
My collection of writing. Probably stands at about a million badly placed unimaginative words. Written half a novel (which I will never go back to), a few short stories, an anthology of poetry, a film, a dozen shorts and the treatments for half a dozen TV series. It's all tested very, very positively on a sample audience of myself.
Well they won't die with me if I tell you As if you're a Cyprus Hill fan? Quality! This is not only favorite Cyprus Hill song but my favorite hip hop tune
I've been speaking to literary/talent agents recently and they say they'll only represent you when you've had something made. Production companies will only take unsolicited scripts from recognised agents. TV channels will only listen to pitches from production companies/recognised agents. Erm... Ok.
Don't be so fckn daft you knacker ........ some of your stuff, on here, is hilarious. Some of the shyte on TV doesn't match up to it
This is deeply personal **** fella. Used to do it as a way of coping when things were dark instead of bottling it up. Never intended to be shared and never will be. On the humorous side I am putting together a comedy animation, this country lacks a quality adult animation packed with British humor. You can do anything with animation. Sitcoms and stand up has it's limits. Got most of my main characters down and putting together story boards and cut away sketches.
Go for it mate ...... if Ross Noble can con people, into thinking he's hilarious, there's no reason you can't
Well I've recently decided I might have to open a talent agency and production company so I'm signing you up as my second client.
I'm having a stab and doing animation, I reckon the pilot is the key. If I can get that made and no cost to anyone but myself I've more chance of it being taken seriously. Once I've got script, sketches, storyboard and art work finished, I'll advertise round the Uni's for a partner who's doing an animation degree. If I find someone who I hit it of with, tweak my work, bring them in as a co creator and allow the pilot to be first used as part of their degree. Then I've got a pilot to put out. Will I ever finish it though?
You don't even need a pilot episode nowadays mate. If you get a low budget one... Fantastic, well done. But if you can come up with a few funny clips or introductions to characters and get them being watched on youtube/spread on social media you're laughing. The animation course at my old Uni is top notch, someone was just nominated for the oscar for best short animation. In London though. You'd do well to find someone who shares your sense of humour and ambition in the north east. It could serve you very well.
I think the thing that stands out in my mind most was in a St.Ives, Cambridge gym in 1982, I went there with a female friend Chris, to meet Terry Lawless and spar with his up and coming fighter 'Dave Boy Green' He was going up against Sugar Ray and they wanted a two handed, mobile fighter to spar with him. I'd do owt for money back then so in for a penny and all that. We kitted up and I went into the ring with this athletic looking but somewhat sombe looking lad. There was a black lad watching (lloyd honeygan) geeing my opponent up big style. So we begin, the lad had a very good orthodox por and laid a few good jabs but I was switching left from right like a lad on the nest and being a long-armed powerhouse put this boy on his pants twice in the first 5 mins. You see with me, it's in the eyes, an eyelash flicker and there's something coming so you wrap, tuck, a step back, ride it and launch, with me it was always two handed, one low, one high, a step back for breath and to re-stance and go again.. I did this **** a lot for £75-£100 a time, it kept my Charl & Danny well fed, it was my secret but brilliant life..
My lass will be assisting me with the writing like, funny girl, funny lasses are hard to come by and the female perspective is invaluable. Just need someone with the technical skills, they won't have much input on the writing, but they will have input on the art work and we would have to hit it off. But one step at a time. Need to get my **** down first.
Big style, go for it mate, you are naturally a nutty ****er and humorous so be yourself and the words will flow, having a humorous partner helps. Hey, I'm one crazy **** so feel bounce stuff off me, I will say **** or brilliant but you know that anyway.. ****ing star you Bri and QWOP too.. Love ya both to bits..
