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Making Your Own ‘Luck’

August 2, 2015 Leave a comment


The most extraordinary thing has happened.  For three long days, people I’ve never met before gave their all to make ten minutes of dialogue I wrote come to life on the big screen. I am struggling to process this happy fact.

A few years ago I approached a writer after he’d given a talk and asked him for any tips. His response was to the point. “Be lucky”, he said.  I kind of knew what he meant so went in search of this “luck” ( for “luck” read “slog”).  Though it turns out a bit of luck was involved as the piece being filmed would have been missed had I not submitted a second script with a covering note for the previous submission.

Anyway, the script made it and all eyes became focussed on the weather forecast. Whose stupid idea was it to set a story on a Suffolk beach during a British summer?  Sunday 26th of July’s forecast was ominous with lightning and hail symbols everywhere you looked.  Go to bed, it’ll be fine. It’s the driest part of the UK.

A 5 a.m. start meant driving Vera, a rather lovely, blagged-on-twitter, 1967, expensive, left-hand drive VW campervan to the set. This was by far the scariest drive I have ever undertaken in my life! We madE it through the gathering storm and arrived at the beach just as the clouds began to part.


After several photographs and a local radio interview, we set about the task of filming ‘Back On Board’ which is the first of eight stories in the rom com feature film With Love From Suffolk. It will be released over Valentines weekend 2016 in at least ten Suffolk cinemas.

I couldn’t wait to meet my characters. Now I can’t wait for the premiere!




November 21, 2013 Leave a comment

I surprise myself sometimes. This afternoon I plan to buy a box of chocolates and leave them where I’m bound to find them.

Allons Enfants

May 17, 2012 Leave a comment

I’m going on a road trip with a friend through France to collect student belongings  as said student flies home, which is just another of those things they neglected to mention at antenatal classes.  It will be a long journey made all the worse by having to stop at various points for wine and possibly some sleep.  Also pour moi, un peu du fromage. 

My friend is not fond of cheese or anything, as far as I can judge (which I won’t, much) not made of potato or beef so this is either going to make or break a long-standing (though mainly sitting) relationship.  We may be okay because we survived Africa together but then there were others around to stop us killing each other.  This trip is two men who’ve heard each other’s jokes, almost a week in a car and the inevitable road signs that should have pointed to the hotel but decided not to show up for duty today because we’re English. 

But hey,  we’ll have jazz, coffee, angry birds and tarte aux fraises so it’ll be fine, won’t it.  More on this story later…

Happy St G Day

April 23, 2012 Leave a comment

Happy St George’s day to EVERYBODY!

I think he was Turkish and worked in a kebab shop. Skewer employment it was anyway.

(Note to self: work on dragon-slaying jokes)


Malt, single ladies, malt.

February 22, 2012 Leave a comment

One of my absolute favourite ever smells is malt. Visiting Bury St Edmunds, home of Greene King beer the other day was an absolute delight.  The conversation went something like:

Wow! Smmmmh- haaaaahhhh! Why can’t they make an aftershave or that smells like that?  I’d actually consider buying some mens toiletries if they made more blokey stuff.  Maybe I should use whisky. I mean those cosmetics departments reek to high heaven of the most foul perfumes imaginable (and so the rant continues for a few more paragraphs…)
Yes but then you’d only attract blokes.
Let’s get lunch.

Seriously the parfum industry is missing a trick. You’ve no idea how repellent most of those expensive scents you wear are girls. Or … ohhh … I get it!  Like the mace spray idea. Clever.



Lord Byron wuz ‘ere

November 2, 2011 Leave a comment

Just sold a sketch to the Treason Show.  Living in a small town where comedy is limited to people tripping over or the antics of the omnipresent duck population as they suicidally choose to lead a string of babies over pedestrian crossings regardless of the traffic light colour, this is no mean feat.   Had I realised sooner that writing was something I’d get into, I’d have chosen a more cultured place with cosy pub snugs where like-minded jokesmiths drink beer under the guise of bouncing ideas off one another.  It’s the kind of place where you could easily imagine seeing a blue plaque on a house reading “Lord Byron stopped here for a cup of tea October 27th 1803, thought about writing a poem and said, ‘nah, sod it, I’ll have some tiffin instead.’ ” So yeah, quite chuffed but still looking out for a drinking writing partner.


March 6, 2011 Leave a comment

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