Last week I got to have a nosey around the set of a new BBC3 sitcom at the Pie Factory. I was lucky enough to have read a few of the scripts before I went down there so I knew I'd be entertained. It was very strange walking in to the set - which looked exactly like we were in prison. Perhaps I should have taken a bus-load of my neighbours with me to show them the error of their ways and put them off continually stealing shopping trolleys and driving them in to people's cars...
It's so exciting to actually watch a sitcom being filmed, but obviously pretty hard not to let out a big Grotbags-esque cackle at the funny bits. It's definately spurred me on with my own writing. I'm in the right business, if only for the free sandwiches. It never fails to amaze me just how much hard graft goes in to comedy, it's certainly not as easy as you might think to make people laugh. (Are you reading this Lenny Henry...?)
I've finished my first script now, so it's back to the drawing board. If I'm gonna win a Bafta, I might as well aim for two or three and get them all out of the way at once...
