PAST TIMES PASTIMES
A long preamble to justify a look backwards in this post (hopefully not with the salty consequences which befell Lot's missus), but I hope that anyone reading this will find it worthwhile nonetheless. Any two reading this and finding it worthwhile will be little short of a miracle. Still ... we soldier on regardless. Many years ago - as a teenager - I
toyed with the notion of writing for a living. My best friend Jim and I
had even considered going into partnership writing comedy scripts for
radio and television. Our efforts would have needed much revising and
honing to a sharper pitch I am sure, but I think we came up with a few
choice routines and ideas.

I
am naturally drawn towards comedy. I find it difficult but satisfying
to write. Indeed, I am usually unable to resist 'pulling the rug out
from under' some serious piece that I have spent much time on, by twisting
the denouement into a punchline. That is the plan at least. Having said that, I am not good
at 'jokes'. For me, the humour comes from the character - which
probably fits with being 'a frustrated actor'. At least, many have told
me over the years that I 'should have been on the stage'; to which some
added a comment like "You could work for Wells Fargo!", or "All you need
is a dustpan and brush and you'd clean up ... behind a good actor." Ha... Ha... Ha...
Well, after that, it is “Goodnight” from me, and a “Goodnight” from him; also me. Doesn’t quite work, does it?
Well, after that, it is “Goodnight” from me, and a “Goodnight” from him; also me. Doesn’t quite work, does it?
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