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Thursday, 23 October 2008

Smallish Brittin - unleashed.


Here it is, my screamplay called:



Location: Buckingnim Palace

Queen: Gordy, do you mind if I call you Gordy, would you like some tea?

Prime minister (played by Smeagol - ask Ches): Don't mind if I do. And some cake please, can't have tea without the cake, my pressssscious, I mean, your Highnesssssssss.

Queen: Indeed. So remind me why you and your Parliamentarians are here again?

PM: We have had a report from an Average Brittish Man that he overheard his neighbours plotting a dastardly attack upon the Palace. We are waiting for him to come in and tell us the full story.

Average BRITTiSH man (Will Smith): Yo yo yo Whats up homies, here I am, yor average Briddish man getting jiggy with it, nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah.

Queen: What on earth is he saying? What is your name young man?

Will Smith: Will Smith, your majesty

Queen: Ah, William Smith, a fine BRITTiSH name indeed. But why do you speak so funny?

Will Smith: Wot, me? Oim just a regular Briddish lad, innit? Innit? Am I bovvered, my china plate?

PM: Oi, Queenie, wot the hell is 'e on about?

Queen: Dunno, guvner. Oi, guvner?

PM: Wot?

Queen: Why we speaking like commoners?
 
PM: Dunno. Just seemed appropriate.

In walks The Baddie. He has a towel on his head.

PM: Oh my god, look, it is a forriner wearing a turban! He must be the man come to kill us all!

Queen: Oh my, where is our trusty secret agent [Mr Bean] to seize him and save us all? He seems to have disappeared.

PM: you there, forriner! Freeze!

Baddie: What the crap are you on about, I'm not foreign, I'm from Wolverhampton!

Queen: Where on earth is that?

Baddie: Why you saying I'm forrin? Iz it becoz I iz black?

PM: you aren't black.

Baddie: All right then, a shade of unroasted coffee beans.

PM: you are wearing a turban.

Baddie: you numpty, it's a towel! I just came from the sauna. I heard something about a terrorist and came to see wot was going on!

Enter the tabloid dignitaries: We heard something about a baddie attacking the Palace, and thort, wot a good tabloid moment! So we have come to save the day!

Tabloid dignitary B: Look there is someone wearing a turban, he must be the baddie! Get him folks!

The tabloid dignitaries attack the Baddie. 

The emperor in his new clothes (David Beckham): Oi people we are BRITTiSH, we can't go around behaving like football hooligans!

PM: But David, some BRITTiSH people are football hooligans.

David: all right then. But we BRITTiSH always know what to do in a crisis situation, don't we, folks? 

Queen: Yes, yes indeed we do.

They all sit down and have Tea, closely followed by Cake.


PM: I wonder what happened to our superbuff secret-agent [Mr Bean] who was supposed to be on standby to save us all?

Queen: Isn't he the man who has been curled up asleep on that armchair the entire time?

THE END


I swear that is what it is like living here, every day. Even the part about Will Smith. Especially the part about Will Smith.

Thursday, 4 December 2008

I won!


I won ExMi's tarot giveaway! I feel like I won the Oscars or something. I don't recall ever winning anything before.

If you voted for me, you rule. If you didn't, you drool. ExMi rules mostest of course, for doing this for me.

I wonder what my foocha holds? Hopefully coffee.

I had three cups this morning before 11, including one mega espresso and only barely managed to stay awake today. These early starts are a rude awakening, narf.

Screenplay hand in is tomorrow. I went with the kid in the township rather than the BRITTISH scenario, that will be our little secret, nudge nudge wink wink, hows yer father, know what I mean? I wrote the entire thing on the 17 hour train trip in Egypt. It was a bit... difficult to read; it was a bumpy train. The roaches were a bit distracting too. And the girl puking next door. Noice.

That is all I have for today. Let interesting times befall me soon so I may have the pleasure of writing about them for your bloggy pleasure.


Wednesday, 22 October 2008

Smallish Brittin


Scrap the township scenario. I have decided to immerse myself in my current cultural surroundings and turn it into art:



- a screamplay by Po.


Location - Teeny tiny island north of the Sahara that is rarely seen by birds and other projectiles due to an ever-present raincloud.


CAST:

The Queen, played by: The Queen (there can be only one)

The Prime Minister, played by: Gordon Brown

Other important Parliamentarians, played by: lots of important white males whose names all sound the same. I can't remember.

The emperor in his new clothes, played by: David Beckham

tabloid dignitaries, played by: Jade, Jordon, Pete, Cheryl, and lots of other people famous for...for...for...for...for...for...for...for...for...for...for...for...for...for...
being in my screenplay.

The main protagonist, played by: Tea

His sidekick, played by: Cake

The superbuff superhero turned sideskick's kidekick who will kick everyone's ass, played by: Mr Bean

The baddie, played by: someone forrin, preferably wearing a turban.

AND, yor average hedge trimming, beer glugging, "only fools and horses" loving BRITTish man, played by: WILL SMITH


Tune in tomorrow for all the action in Buckingnim Palace.