In seriously relaunching my writing endeavours five months ago, there was this dream, that one day, I would be sitting down in front of the television, with my loved ones, in an oak panelled room and see my name next to a "Written By" credit. The log fire would be roaring (especially for the Christmas Special), a few close friends would be invited round for the event, all waiting to cheer and raise a glass of Champagne the moment my name came on screen and if I was quick enough in getting my truly amazing comedy project accepted, commissioned and produced, our faithful dog would be there too (well he is nine years old now). Incidentally, if any comedy commissioners are reading this, my soon-to-be, award winning comedy concept, is still available for production and our dog is still alive.
Last Wednesday on 28th August 2019, I got a small taste of what that would be like. A gag, that I wrote, ended up on television.
I've been involved with satirical news website "The News Dump" and by default its sister venture "White Label Comedy" (a company that writes funny stuff for brands and TV companies), since April. Both ventures are run on a 'hive-mind' approach, where a group of writers, work collaboratively on pieces to produce top-notch material, in double-quick time. There are some seriously talented comedy writers involved in both ventures and to have my work alongside theirs is quite humbling, especially this early in my comedic re-emergence.
A few months ago an opportunity came up for White Label Comedy to provide a short three minute insert for the BBC One Show. In working together, White Label Comedy was able to provide over thirty ideas within three days to "The One Show" and once the client selected the idea to develop, we then produced a golden, gag laden script back to them in double-quick time. On the 28th August, our piece (about the PPI Claims Deadline) was aired, presented by Dom Littlewood.
The show doesn't carry credits, so there was no "written by". There was no oak-panelled room, as my wife and I were away checking up on relatives, so we watched the piece in our Travelodge room, just off the A30. No friends, no champagne (just complimentary Typhoo Tea), but we had our dog with us (still nine years old). It was a bit special.
I was lucky enough to have a gag left in the edit, that would not have been possible without the amazing set of ideas and concepts put together by the other talented writers on the White Label Team, enabling me to raise my game as well.
Did I mention my soon-to-be award winning comedy concept is still available for commission and production? Our dog is still alive.