I had a secret. A big big secret!
It was just like any other Thursday in South Shields it was raining and Gordon Brown was still a prat. I walked up the stairs and the air...the air told me something was wrong. Oh no. My wife Dawn was dusting the insides of the sock draw and she was holding something. Something which was evidence. Evidence of my secret. She was brandishing the evidence in her hand. I couldn't talk my way out of it. Not this time. No. I was a strange and perverted creature and she had found out. The thing she was holding was a page of sketch idea. My secret was...I was a writer!
I have been an IT technician for fifteen years but have always thought I could do better than most of the writers on television! When a funny incident occured at work two months ago it gave me the inspiration to write my first sketch, which I hope to share with you all sometime.
Until then methinks I will have a little look around the forum and enjoy the work of others, maybe offering some advice. If you want it that is!
