Here is my first sketch I have ever attempted to write, it is a sort of satire on bureaucracy.
Newswomen: Thanks Dawn, on your new book 'How to eat your way through the Olympics'. Next on Karrin Island news a whale has been found on the beach, but have no fear, bureaucracy is on hand.
F/X Sea crashing against the shore, a few people chatting in the background.
Woman: Right everyone clear the area, we are from the council and we would like everyone to leave the beach, this beach is now a designated environment disaster zone.
Man: (on the phone) I need to order a coffin, yes errm the dimensions, 35ft long, 5ft wide and about as deep as the IMF pockets (Beat) Sorry why can't you deliver, its all on the taxpayer, ok then bye.
Woman: And people thought having a designated whale saving office in the city council was a waste of money.
Man: How we going to get rid of it? (beat) we could tow him back out into the sea.
Woman: Oh knowthat's far too cheap, we have got to do something big and expensive this is the first real case for this department.
Man: How about we bury it in the sand.
Woman: Ah, a little kid comes down to the seaside with his bucket and spade and decides to dig himself a hole, and what does he find a bloody great whale staring back at him, he will never be able to watch finding nemo again, Come on, its getting dark, lets go.
F/X next day, helicopter sounds.
Woman: What in the name of free willy?
Japanese voice: Ha ha we have stolen your whale.
Woman: That's not a whale that's Dawn French.
I dunno, for my first go I thought it was alright, all feedback welcome, however good or bad, mostly bad I suspect.