Just had a phone call from the producer I met last week. It turns out, falling asleep, mumbling about car parks and looking a bit blank are exactly the way to take a BBC meeting.
He’s putting the sketch show’s running order together and wants a few more sketches from me. I’ve written this series of running gags and he wants two per episode, twelve in total – I’ve already written twelve (because I’m an optimistic kind of guy and was hoping for this), but he wants more so he can choose the best dozen.
“Twenty would be good” he says, and then adds “or thirty.”
Then he does that laugh, you know, the one which means ‘I really want thirty, but know it’s probably impossible and certainly not worth asking. On the other hand, if I say it as a joke you might just do it anyway’.
It cuts out a lot of exposition, does that laugh.
And now we hit a problem, because I feel like I’ve been challenged – which is probably what he wants. I’m fairly confident I can’t think up another eighteen stories for this same set up – but I’m damn well going to try.
NO RETREAT! NO SURRENDER!
And possibly, no sleep either.