Just Popped in...

JimKin viewed the spotlight with suspicion


Works under consideration: 7
Current Dominant Thought: They’ll be a joke along in a minute


JIM:
It’s a mite dusty in here

A TUMBLEWEED BLOWS ACROSS THE DUSTY BLOG. A SAND GERBIL SCUTTLES THROUGH THE TORN CORNER OF THE PAGE AND INTO NEXT DOOR’S BLOG ‘BEPPE GRILLO'

JIM (CONT.):
Those were the days.

JIM SIGHS AND LOOKS AROUND THE COBWEBBED WALLS OF HIS MIGHTY BLOG. HE PICKS UP THE TORN CORNER OF AN OLD POST ‘Quentin Tarantino woes Jane Austen over a pint of Bitter’

JIM SIGHS AGAIN

JIM (CONT.):
If only I’d joined Comedy Writer’s Anonymous. I could be writing for an obscure daytime channel, the…No. No more Jim.

IN THE DARKEST CORNER OF THE BLOG AN UNGAINLY SHADOW STIRS

JIM (CONT.):
I could have been…

GRANITE (V.O.):
BELIKE! You sniveling land-loving-ARTIST!

JIM:
Is that you Granite?

GRANITE’S GIANT SHADOW LOOMS OVER THE COMEDY WRITER IN WAITING

GRANITE:
It bai’nt be a bucket of sausages on a day trip to Tate Modern. BELIKE!

JIM:
I wasn’t expecting a Pyrate.

GRANITE:
You’ve been studying too long. You going to write again?

JIM:
Yes. I’m back.

A CHORUS OF APPROVAL ECHOES AROUND THE EMPTY BLOG. MUDDY THE BLUES SINGING PENGUIN TODDLES PAST THE BLOG’S BACKDROP.

MUDDY:
Boom Boom, BoomBoom!

MEANWHILE THE THREE CATS OF THE APOCALYPSE PURR A KNOWING AND CRUEL PURR

JIM:
I’d just like to say to you, my blog, my friends, that I am back, I do have some words and ideas to spend…


SOME JAZZZOMBIES START BANGING THEIR HEADS ON THE CORNER OF A SHARP URL

JIM (CONT.):
Point taken. So I’m back. I have a lot of work to do, I don’t know what it is, I don’t know where to start. I need to make some changes around here, perhaps some curtains and a bunk bed. Perhaps some sensible and traditional comedy. Perhaps not. ARE YOU WITH ME?


ALL:
BELIKE!

JIM:
Amen.

- END -


Tune in next time...
For a new game show 'I’m a Celebrity get me an Ethiopian, a sandwich, and a self-delighting-strap-on.’

This is not a recording

1934 couldn't leave a message

Works under consideration: 4
Dark Angel: Faded
Pyrates: x
Banditos: x
Penguins: ?
First Thought this morning: ‘I like pillows.’
State of Mind: Viking Mother
Comedy Writing WordMix: Bob The Builder – Yes Darling – tax – jelly – reap clowns – 300 marketing girls = something floating.

299
Things to do. None of them involving ruling the world via the InterWebthingoogle. Here’s something I’ve written for a competition on Channel 4. It’s for a sound file. Now if I can get garageband to sound like I’m on the phone I’ll be posting it dear blog scanner.

I seem to have a fixation with phones. Well I used to work online., on the phone lines for a tech support company. I thought I’d died and gone, well died. Just died. Still one more chorus of ‘We shall overcome.’ And lets get on with the…

This is not a recording


S/FX: PHONE DIALLING


VOICE:
Welcome to [INTERFERENCE] Online. Please have your customer number ready. Please have your credit card, PIN and password ready. Please have your name ready.

WILL:
Come on. Come on. Come on.

VOICE:
If you wish to make a payment press ONE now. If you wish to talk to technical support press TWO. If you wish to right the wrongs of a totalitarian state press THREE and talk to AMNESTY INTERNATIONAL. Press Hash at any time.

WILL:
What’s the hash sign?

VOICE:
O Man.

WILL:
What?

VOICE:
This is a recording. Press hash at any time. Press NINE to hear the last message again.


S/FX: BEEP


VOICE: (cont.)
Press Hash at any time.


S/FX: BEEP


VOICE:
Not that one.

WILL:
Excuse me.

VOICE:
Press your self…for amusement.


S/FX: BEEP


VOICE: (cont.)
I hadn’t finished. Press NINE to hear that again in an accent of your choice, press, no smoke, the hash sign AT ANY TIME, press one for a composite Irish accent, two for Glasgowegian Alsatian, press three for Geordie, hang on a minute, PET three for Geordie, press five for Dutch.

A BEAT

VOICE: (cont.)
Yes.

WILL:
You missed four.

VOICE:
Press Four to hear the HASH sign. Press The red button now for subtitles. Touch the green screen NOW

S/FX: BEEP

VOICE: (cont.)
You have selected…five for Dutch.
Press ONE, YES THAT’S RIGHT FOR HASH, PRESS TWO AND EIGHT, NOW. ENTER YOUR FOUR DIGIT PIN, YOUR MOTHER’S MAIDEN NAME AND METHOD OF BIRTH. ENTER YOUR MOBILE NUMBER SUBSTITUTING ANY TWO DIGITS WITH THE WORD PUDDLE.

WILL:
Just a minute. I know you’re a person…I…

VOICE:
This is a recording. Press on to switch on your toaster. Press Off to switch the lights off. Press WICK for flights to Scotland. Press-up for exercise, PRESS release for publicity, press gang, for the boys in the hood, press HASH at any time. Press box for the time of your life, press Tosser for Russell Brand, Press Print to complain about your phone call, press on regardless. This is recording. PRESS your local MP for an honest answer. Press Stephen Fry for a good time. Press Stephen Hawking for the meaning of Germans.

WILL:
It’s not a recording.

VOICE:
Yes it is!

WILL:
If this is a recording how did you know how to reply in a rational manner.

A BEAT

VOICE:
I guessed.

S/FX: PHONE HANGING UP FOLLOWED BY ONE LONG TONE

VOICE: (singing)
Press ‘O’ if you would like this recording mimed.

F/FX: ONE LONG TONE FADES OUT

- END -



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‘Mr Anonymous’ is taking shape. But not ready for this world. I’ll say something Scottish (I’m in the far north at the weekend – for a Christmas party, welcome to my world).

That was great I got to write without a Penguin, a Bandido, or any Pyrates wandering through my blog or dinning-room.

See you later.

It’s been emotional


MUDDY: (V.O.)
“BOOM-BOOM, BOOM-BOOM, BOOM-BOOM, BOOM-BOOM”

TREVOR:
Shhhhhh!

MUDDY:
He’s not here man.

TREVOR:
He might come back.

MUDDY:
Man let’s play some tunes, chill, and smoke.

TREVOR:
I’m a Rockhopper Penguin wearing a cardigan. I DO NOT CHILL!

MUDDY:
Man you need to meditate, or surf, or both.

TREVOR:
Can we get on? I’ve a blog to visit.

MUDDY:
Cool man. Where we going?

TREVOR:
I think we’ll try Ken Levine.

MUDDY:
Has he got fish?


"THHWAP!" - [THE SOUND OF A SMALL FLIPPER HITTING A LARGE EMPEROR PENGUIN BELLY]

Muddy & Trevor - The Penguin Delusion

This an old picture of Trevor taken on the Isle of Skye.
He was just fourteen years old.



Works under consideration: 17 (still 17)
Dark Angel Imprint: 1
Penguins: 2
Right-Hand-Sycophant: 1
State of Mind: Clown
Comedy Writing WordMix: Sitcom bubble Free Comedy Clip sucking. Beep BBC


Introducing Muddy and Trevor
Muddy is one of my favourite delusions. He and his friend Trevor are Penguins. Muddy is an Emperor Penguin and Trevor is a Rockhopper Penguin.

Muddy is a very laid back surfer type, given to singing the Blues. Trevor takes EVERYTHING Very VERY very seriously.

They started as a sketch idea and they lived for a short while with a fellow performer, Andy (RIP).

Below is what they were up to earlier today. One day I hope they’ll ride again.


EXT/DAY
THE POND IN MY LOCAL PARK
MUDDY AND TREVOR ARE SPENDING THE DAY AS LIFEGUARDS


F/X: LOUD SPLASHING

TREVOR: (Blows whistle)
I’m going to throw them out.

MUDDY:
Chill Trevor.

TREVOR:
I won’t bloody chill! Kids! And what the hell were you doing at five o’clock this morning?

MUDDY:
Tai Chi Man.

TREVOR:
I thought you’d gone into reverse.

F/X: LOUD SPLASHING AND SCREAMS ARE HEARD

MUDDY:
(Calmly) Chill!

SEVERAL EXCITED DUCKS LOOK UP AT THE LIFEGUARD PENGUINS

DUCK 1:
Quack!

- END –


Well done Muddy!

JIM:
What’s that noise?

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMM! ROAR! THE BLOG IS SUDDENLY FULL OF PETROL ENGINE FUMES

JIM II:
That’s a motorbike Jim.

JIM:
Thank you Jim. Glad to know the English language is not wasted on you.

JIM II:
A pleasure.

JIM:
I don’t believe it!

TREVOR RIDES PAST JIM’S WINDOW ON A CLASSIC ENFIELD BULLET MOTORCYCLE AND SIDE CAR COMBINATION. MUDDY WAVES A LARGE WING.

JIM OPENS THE WINDOW

JIM: (shouting)
Where are you two off to?

MUDDY:
Beach man.

TREVOR:
Shhhhh! I’m trying to drive.

MUDDY:
Ride man. Ride.

TREVOR:
I’m in control and I choose the VERBS!

MUDDY:
BoomBoom BoomBoom Boom.

TREVOR:
Enough Blues. I WILL lose CONTROL…

JIM II:
He could lose control Jim.

JIM:
I wish he would.

- END -



‘We will not walk in fear, one of another. We will not be driven by fear into an age of unreason…’
- Ed Murrow