Sunday, 11 October 2009
Sitcom Trials line-up show 2 announced
The line up for the second heat of the Sitcom Trials has been announced (more details at sitcomtrials.co.uk)
Heat 2: Monday 26th October
- Assemblage of Evil
by Joe Deacon
Directed by Charlie Henniker - Weathermen
by Kenneth Cheng
Directed by Ariella Eshed - The Bar Boys
by Ben Glassman
Directed Katherine Hayes - Therapy
by Tom Carter
Directed by Gavin McAlinden - My Sister
by Robin Bailes
Directed by Matt Holt
Socks Impro gig at Bristol Old Vic Fri Oct 16 6pm
Announcing a brand new and highly novel Socks gig, improv at Bristol Old Vic Oct 16: http://bit.ly/1ZUor
The Scottish Falsetto Sock Puppet Theatre perform a unique, geninely one-off gig at the Bristol Old Vic on Friday Oct 16th as part of the Bristol Jam Improv Festival.
All of their 20 minute set will be improvised based on suggestions by the audience. There have been improv items in the show before (fans may have seen Kraftwerk from their 2008 show, and various fillums attempted in the recent ...Goes To Hollywood) but now they'll be winging the whole thing. Do come.
The event is part of a weekend of improv with a unique ticketing structure. The shows vary in length from 30 mins upwards, and you either Pay What You Can or Roll A Dice and pay in pounds what the dice turns up. Details at http://www.bristololdvic.org.uk/bristoljam.html
PS: Kev F (boss of the Socks) birthday is this same weekend. So any friends who wish to celebrate with him on Friday night are urged to come to the Socks performance at 6pm, then we'll go to the bar. 07931 810858
The Scottish Falsetto Sock Puppet Theatre perform a unique, geninely one-off gig at the Bristol Old Vic on Friday Oct 16th as part of the Bristol Jam Improv Festival.
All of their 20 minute set will be improvised based on suggestions by the audience. There have been improv items in the show before (fans may have seen Kraftwerk from their 2008 show, and various fillums attempted in the recent ...Goes To Hollywood) but now they'll be winging the whole thing. Do come.
The event is part of a weekend of improv with a unique ticketing structure. The shows vary in length from 30 mins upwards, and you either Pay What You Can or Roll A Dice and pay in pounds what the dice turns up. Details at http://www.bristololdvic.org.uk/bristoljam.html
PS: Kev F (boss of the Socks) birthday is this same weekend. So any friends who wish to celebrate with him on Friday night are urged to come to the Socks performance at 6pm, then we'll go to the bar. 07931 810858
Tuesday, 6 October 2009
Sitcom Trials line-up Oct 19th
The line up of sitcoms has been announced for the first night of the 10th Anniversary Sitcom Trials season on Monday 19th October at the Leicester Square Theatre:
* Life as a Foreign Language
by John Barron and Olly Allsopp
Directed by Kym Suttle
* Long Term Sick
by Mark Brotherhood
Directed by Lydia Parker
* Prodigies
by Alex Kirk and Simon Messingham
Directed by Chris Lince
* The Not Gots
by Malcolm Duffy
Directed by Nick Ewans
* Alan Pob - Writing Wrongs
by Saul Wordsworth
Directed by Chris Fitchew
The judges for this first night are David (I'm Alan Partridge) Schneider, David (TV Burp) Quantick, Katie (Now Show) Tyrell and Steve (Eastenders) Keyworth. The audience vote decides which sitcom's ending is seen in each heat, and combines with the judges vote to select the semi-finalists.
Shows are at 6pm and 8.30pm at the Leicester Square Theatre every Monday till Nov 23rd, tickets are now available for the whole run from TicketWeb.
* Life as a Foreign Language
by John Barron and Olly Allsopp
Directed by Kym Suttle
* Long Term Sick
by Mark Brotherhood
Directed by Lydia Parker
* Prodigies
by Alex Kirk and Simon Messingham
Directed by Chris Lince
* The Not Gots
by Malcolm Duffy
Directed by Nick Ewans
* Alan Pob - Writing Wrongs
by Saul Wordsworth
Directed by Chris Fitchew
The judges for this first night are David (I'm Alan Partridge) Schneider, David (TV Burp) Quantick, Katie (Now Show) Tyrell and Steve (Eastenders) Keyworth. The audience vote decides which sitcom's ending is seen in each heat, and combines with the judges vote to select the semi-finalists.
Shows are at 6pm and 8.30pm at the Leicester Square Theatre every Monday till Nov 23rd, tickets are now available for the whole run from TicketWeb.
New Dr Who logo verdict
I like the new Doctor Who logo. It will become iconic so soon you'll forget you ever hated it (if you did).
And, for the fun of it, my fave Dr Who logos, in reverse order
8 - McCoy - even the blind don't like this logo
7 - Davison/C Baker - That typeface is an outline drawing of a metal tube so making the black lines white and glowing is a visual anomaly and jarringly ugly
6 - 2005-09 - It looks like the light on the front of a London taxi cab, and no-one has explained why
5 - Pertwee (no diamond shape) - Not a nice typeface on its own
4 - Pertwee/T Baker (in diamond) - A bit busy, but iconic
3 - McGann movie + Classic merchandise - Best treatment of this typeface
2 - Troughton - Keep it simple, but the serif face not as strong as my favourite logo...
1 - Hartnell - Keeping it simplest, on an enigmatically eerie background
And once it's bedded in, I see the Smith logo creeping into the top half of my faves, rather than the bottom half.
Kev F
And, for the fun of it, my fave Dr Who logos, in reverse order
8 - McCoy - even the blind don't like this logo
7 - Davison/C Baker - That typeface is an outline drawing of a metal tube so making the black lines white and glowing is a visual anomaly and jarringly ugly
6 - 2005-09 - It looks like the light on the front of a London taxi cab, and no-one has explained why
5 - Pertwee (no diamond shape) - Not a nice typeface on its own
4 - Pertwee/T Baker (in diamond) - A bit busy, but iconic
3 - McGann movie + Classic merchandise - Best treatment of this typeface
2 - Troughton - Keep it simple, but the serif face not as strong as my favourite logo...
1 - Hartnell - Keeping it simplest, on an enigmatically eerie background
And once it's bedded in, I see the Smith logo creeping into the top half of my faves, rather than the bottom half.
Kev F
Monday, 5 October 2009
Sitcom Trials Press Release - judges announced
Comedy - London
The Sitcom Trials
10th Anniversary Season at Leicester Square Theatre
TV names from Red Dwarf and Mock The Week to I’m Alan Partridge and Inbetweeners will be joining leading comedy industry producers to judge the 10th Anniversary Season of The Sitcom Trials in London from October 19th.
The Sitcom Trials show takes brand new sitcom scripts, chosen from hundreds of entries by budding comedy writers, and puts them head to head, with the audience and the panel of experts voting for their favourites. The winners go through to semi finals and a Grand Final on Dec 1st.
Judges for the new season’s shows include Inbetweener’s writer Iain Morris, Red Dwarf’s Robert Llewelleyn, Alan Partridge’s David Schneider, TV Burp’s David Quantick, Torchwood’s Tom Price, the Comedy Store Players’ Richard Vranch, Time Out’s Tim Arthur, leading comedy producers including Bill Dare, Katie Tyrell, & Nev Fountain, and head of BBC Radio Comedy Jane Berthoud.
Last season’s winner is now writing for the BBC and this season hopes it’s uncovered the next great comedy writing talent.
"Comedy history” Evening Standard
Winner – Fringe Report Award for Best Encourager Of Talent 2008
LISTING DETAILS (please publish)
DATE: Monday Oct 19 / Oct 26 / Nov 2 / 9 / 16 / 23
VENUE: Leicester Square Theatre, 6 Leicester Place, WC2H 7BX
TITLE: The Sitcom Trials
TIMES: 6pm and 8.30pm (same show each night)
PRICES: £5 (6pm) £10 (8.30pm)
BOX OFFICE: 0844 847 2475 / leicestersquaretheatre.com
BLURB: Brand new sitcoms go head to head, audience and panel of comedy experts vote for the winner. (Judges Oct 19: David Schneider, David Quantick, Katie Tyrell)
PRESS CONTACT: Kev F Sutherland
T: 07931 810858 E: kevf@sitcomtrials.co.uk
The Sitcom Trials
10th Anniversary Season at Leicester Square Theatre
TV names from Red Dwarf and Mock The Week to I’m Alan Partridge and Inbetweeners will be joining leading comedy industry producers to judge the 10th Anniversary Season of The Sitcom Trials in London from October 19th.
The Sitcom Trials show takes brand new sitcom scripts, chosen from hundreds of entries by budding comedy writers, and puts them head to head, with the audience and the panel of experts voting for their favourites. The winners go through to semi finals and a Grand Final on Dec 1st.
Judges for the new season’s shows include Inbetweener’s writer Iain Morris, Red Dwarf’s Robert Llewelleyn, Alan Partridge’s David Schneider, TV Burp’s David Quantick, Torchwood’s Tom Price, the Comedy Store Players’ Richard Vranch, Time Out’s Tim Arthur, leading comedy producers including Bill Dare, Katie Tyrell, & Nev Fountain, and head of BBC Radio Comedy Jane Berthoud.
Last season’s winner is now writing for the BBC and this season hopes it’s uncovered the next great comedy writing talent.
"Comedy history” Evening Standard
Winner – Fringe Report Award for Best Encourager Of Talent 2008
LISTING DETAILS (please publish)
DATE: Monday Oct 19 / Oct 26 / Nov 2 / 9 / 16 / 23
VENUE: Leicester Square Theatre, 6 Leicester Place, WC2H 7BX
TITLE: The Sitcom Trials
TIMES: 6pm and 8.30pm (same show each night)
PRICES: £5 (6pm) £10 (8.30pm)
BOX OFFICE: 0844 847 2475 / leicestersquaretheatre.com
BLURB: Brand new sitcoms go head to head, audience and panel of comedy experts vote for the winner. (Judges Oct 19: David Schneider, David Quantick, Katie Tyrell)
PRESS CONTACT: Kev F Sutherland
T: 07931 810858 E: kevf@sitcomtrials.co.uk
Sunday, 4 October 2009
A bite of BICS
I made a fleeting but greatly enjoyable visit to BICS, the Birmingham International Comics Show this weekend. An opportunity both to meet familiar faces who I only see at these events, and to demonstrate my hopeless sense of direction. Is it just me who is incapable of navigating around Birmingham? In the car a journey of a few yards seems to take hours. I can't drive for five minutes in Birmingham without shouting "this f-ing place" in despair at its bloody roads. Whoever designed it loved cars so much they ploughed hideous flyover motorway ring roads right through the heart of the place, and simultaneously hated cars so much they turned every remaining normal old road into a pedestrianised area. I literally genuinely honestly saw a one-way cul-de sac while trying to walk to the launch party. And the hotel we were staying in could only be reached by driving down a road (John Bright St fact checkers) which says no cars are allowed down it and that it's for pedestrians only, so when we arrived we overshot it then had to spend literally half an hour going round the block again to get back where we started, a journey that could be done in less than a minute on foot, and just as quickly by car if three ends of the crossroads of streets hadn't been totally uneccessarily blocked off leaving a wasteland like something out of I Am Legend surrounded by traffic chaos and... okay, I'm not a fan of Birmingham as a driver.
But once I was parked (in our serviced apartment which you could only reach through its car park, I mean god, they expect someone to pay a quarter of a million quid to live in some tiny echoey box in a faceless tower block - 15 storeys high I ask you - and the only entrance is through an underground car park? And how do you open the gate to get your car in and out? By wiping a box along the floor? Madness? And what happens if there's a power cut in this place? Every door, all operated by key fobs, will unlock. So, brilliant, I know how to rob a 15 storey building... okay, so I am picky about some new buildings. And don't get me started on the taps - impossible to turn off with wet hands. Some designers are idiots).. once I was parked, I just had to get to the party at the Panama Bar on foot.
My handwritten map, kindly drawn out by Hev because our printer was out of ink before we left the house, made it clear that I just had to hop over Smallbrook Queensway, and the bar would be on the other side of The Mailbox shopping centre. Easy. So I start by finding my way under the hideous flyover, I mean god how I hate concrete (I'm told Birmingham was very heavily bombed so we really have Hitler to blame for it . Oh really? So it was Hitler who neatly bulldozed every street but LEFT ALL THE CORNER PUBS was it? Yeah. And my arse plays the banjo.) So I enter the Mailbox and start walking in a straight line. You see I know the pub I'm heading for is by the canal. I've been to the canalside in Birmingham, I know it's quite low down and you look down on it from bridges, so I can kind of picture where I'm heading for (I've stayed in a hotel in the Mailbox before, why I'm practically a native). But as I enter the Mailbox I have to go up an elevator. Then up another. Then it's as I'm about to ascend to the fourth floor that I figure my memory must be playing up. There's no way I can climb to the 5th floor of a building and end up on canal level, so I turn round and go back to the entrance and try to walk round the Mailbox instead. But the next road I reach is the aforementioned one way cul de sac (because of building work, the one way street that would take me round the side is a dead end) so I get to the next road and it looks like a road to nowhere, then I get very lost, then I find myself in some very dodgy looking back streets, and it isn't until I bump into Mark (Buckingham) and Irma en route to the party that I finally get there. They are, as it happens, walking in totally the opposite direction from where I was about to go. It has taken me 45 minutes to walk the 10 minute journey from flat to pub. The trick, it turns out, is realising that Birmingham is built on hills, and that the canal that you look down on from one road, flies over another. It's an aqueduct. If it's any consolation, satnav would have been probably as confused as me (satnav is near useless in lots of central Birmingham where key junctions and roundabouts are under five storeys of concrete, but I digress yet again).
The party was full of familiar faces. It was great to see their faces. Hunt, Laura, the Goodmans, Bryan. Dozens of faces. Their mouths opening and closing. The only drawback was that none of us could hear what the other was trying to say because there was a DJ playing very loudly. If there's one thing comic fans don't need it's a dance floor. Have you seen comic fans? Urgh, the very thought of any of them dancing. All those grodey t-shirts, beards, pony tails and leather jackets being shaken in public is quite terrifying.
So it was that a number of us dispersed to find a pub round the corner, ending up at the delightfully old fashioned Tap & Spile. My hatred for the modern world, its concrete impersonality, its multilevelled disorientation, and town-planned idiocy, its remote-controlling automatism, its DJs who think making a sound like someone hammering nails into the turntable is big clever and conducive to conversation, was all swept aside by a few pints and enjoyable conversation about life, the universe and comics.
Al Ewing, Dylan Teague, Mike Collins, Lew Stringer and a bustle more chatted a pleasant night away. Suffice it to say, Friday night was fun.
I got lost on the way home, by dint of not really knowing where I was when I left the pub (I'd followed the others to get there and left before them) so the 10 minute walk home took another half hour. And getting into bed I managed to bump my head on the bedside table, resulting in a cut & bruise on my forehead which lasted through Saturday. Did I mention I enjoyed all of this, by the way?
Saturday at Thinktank (10 mins walk from flat, took 25 to drive) was a grand affair. I got to none of the talks, managing to fill my time chatting with comic creators and buying some stuff which I have yet to read. There was a Dalek, there were Star Wars characters and Batman characters and lots of happy smiling faces immersing themselves in lovely lovely comics, from which I had to tear myself in order to get to a gig elsewhere later. Names too numerous, I look forward to reading someone else's more detailed report of the weekend (which is still going on as I tap this on Sunday morning, but sadly I have both daytime and nightime gigs to go to, so BICS won't see me again till next year).
Well done BICS organisers, it looked good to me, and I hope the feedback is good.
Some photos from the event: Photos
But once I was parked (in our serviced apartment which you could only reach through its car park, I mean god, they expect someone to pay a quarter of a million quid to live in some tiny echoey box in a faceless tower block - 15 storeys high I ask you - and the only entrance is through an underground car park? And how do you open the gate to get your car in and out? By wiping a box along the floor? Madness? And what happens if there's a power cut in this place? Every door, all operated by key fobs, will unlock. So, brilliant, I know how to rob a 15 storey building... okay, so I am picky about some new buildings. And don't get me started on the taps - impossible to turn off with wet hands. Some designers are idiots).. once I was parked, I just had to get to the party at the Panama Bar on foot.
My handwritten map, kindly drawn out by Hev because our printer was out of ink before we left the house, made it clear that I just had to hop over Smallbrook Queensway, and the bar would be on the other side of The Mailbox shopping centre. Easy. So I start by finding my way under the hideous flyover, I mean god how I hate concrete (I'm told Birmingham was very heavily bombed so we really have Hitler to blame for it . Oh really? So it was Hitler who neatly bulldozed every street but LEFT ALL THE CORNER PUBS was it? Yeah. And my arse plays the banjo.) So I enter the Mailbox and start walking in a straight line. You see I know the pub I'm heading for is by the canal. I've been to the canalside in Birmingham, I know it's quite low down and you look down on it from bridges, so I can kind of picture where I'm heading for (I've stayed in a hotel in the Mailbox before, why I'm practically a native). But as I enter the Mailbox I have to go up an elevator. Then up another. Then it's as I'm about to ascend to the fourth floor that I figure my memory must be playing up. There's no way I can climb to the 5th floor of a building and end up on canal level, so I turn round and go back to the entrance and try to walk round the Mailbox instead. But the next road I reach is the aforementioned one way cul de sac (because of building work, the one way street that would take me round the side is a dead end) so I get to the next road and it looks like a road to nowhere, then I get very lost, then I find myself in some very dodgy looking back streets, and it isn't until I bump into Mark (Buckingham) and Irma en route to the party that I finally get there. They are, as it happens, walking in totally the opposite direction from where I was about to go. It has taken me 45 minutes to walk the 10 minute journey from flat to pub. The trick, it turns out, is realising that Birmingham is built on hills, and that the canal that you look down on from one road, flies over another. It's an aqueduct. If it's any consolation, satnav would have been probably as confused as me (satnav is near useless in lots of central Birmingham where key junctions and roundabouts are under five storeys of concrete, but I digress yet again).
The party was full of familiar faces. It was great to see their faces. Hunt, Laura, the Goodmans, Bryan. Dozens of faces. Their mouths opening and closing. The only drawback was that none of us could hear what the other was trying to say because there was a DJ playing very loudly. If there's one thing comic fans don't need it's a dance floor. Have you seen comic fans? Urgh, the very thought of any of them dancing. All those grodey t-shirts, beards, pony tails and leather jackets being shaken in public is quite terrifying.
So it was that a number of us dispersed to find a pub round the corner, ending up at the delightfully old fashioned Tap & Spile. My hatred for the modern world, its concrete impersonality, its multilevelled disorientation, and town-planned idiocy, its remote-controlling automatism, its DJs who think making a sound like someone hammering nails into the turntable is big clever and conducive to conversation, was all swept aside by a few pints and enjoyable conversation about life, the universe and comics.
Al Ewing, Dylan Teague, Mike Collins, Lew Stringer and a bustle more chatted a pleasant night away. Suffice it to say, Friday night was fun.
I got lost on the way home, by dint of not really knowing where I was when I left the pub (I'd followed the others to get there and left before them) so the 10 minute walk home took another half hour. And getting into bed I managed to bump my head on the bedside table, resulting in a cut & bruise on my forehead which lasted through Saturday. Did I mention I enjoyed all of this, by the way?
Saturday at Thinktank (10 mins walk from flat, took 25 to drive) was a grand affair. I got to none of the talks, managing to fill my time chatting with comic creators and buying some stuff which I have yet to read. There was a Dalek, there were Star Wars characters and Batman characters and lots of happy smiling faces immersing themselves in lovely lovely comics, from which I had to tear myself in order to get to a gig elsewhere later. Names too numerous, I look forward to reading someone else's more detailed report of the weekend (which is still going on as I tap this on Sunday morning, but sadly I have both daytime and nightime gigs to go to, so BICS won't see me again till next year).
Well done BICS organisers, it looked good to me, and I hope the feedback is good.
Some photos from the event: Photos
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