Hello BCG! My first post, very excited to be here! Now, I've been interested in comedy for a long time, but never thought much to writing anything or indeed performing, but at my university (I'm 20, mentally 55 and cranky to boot) we have a regular comedy night and I'm thinking of having a go - I'm usually a quick wit around my mates and often quick with jokes and banter and such like. Anyway, I have my first attempt at some form of script and I'd really appreciate some pointers, improvements and general thoughts on it. I know it's early stages and will need careful attention, but I'm prepared to put in the hours writing and preparing it. It's in the style of Jack Dee, Paul Merton et al - deadpan observational comedy with elements of the surreal. I'm not looking for a snappy punchline or quick laughs; it's not that I dislike that area of comedy, it's just not something I'd enjoy performing so much. So, without further ado, the script! I've blanked out parts of most of the swearing but apologies if I've missed any out!
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Hello! Hello! It's nice... Maybe... I have to talk to you for a while, because that's what this is, you come here, you drink the drinks from our well priced bar, you sit down expecting someone to come on, woo you off your feet with wine and truffles, then go sleep with a librarian or something, then invariably that doesn't happen and you get bored and go home disappointed, and my job is to fill the gap between you coming here with high expectations and going home disappointed later.. And I plan to make that transition as easy for you as possible. I'm going to tell you some things, you'll laugh, you'll cry, it'll change your life, you'll pretend to clap whilst sneering and you'll go to bed and forget all about this, and that's really my aim for this evening.
Now, my name is Olly as you probably all know, but I'm also known as Facebook at this uni. This is because until recently I was 'that guy'... You know the one "ohhh it's raining outside I'll never be loved" "I invited her round for a romantic walk in a taxi and she put me in the oven" all of the things that happen frequently that you want to tell people about but can't, and you know, after a while you think "why am I telling you this? You don't deserve to know this", being put in the oven by the girl you love this week is terrible yes, not everyone needs to know! I know I'm telling you now but this is different. And then I thought, "wait wait wait! There are people doing much more heinous crimes than that!" - twelve year old attention seekers spouting drivel to their billions of fans because they copy and pasted something profound that made people think "wait! I don't know who this is, I don't know what he does but I slightly agree with this repost!" and they decide to subscribe to him to get all of their agreeable opinions, and it's all b----cks! You know, why!?
What is it with these people that have sixty bajillion followers posting pictures of their meals and passive aggressive teachings on the ethics of monogamy!? You're twelve! You don't understand the systems that work in life! You look at these people and think "what are you doing? What mind addling narcotic must you have been on to take no less than four pictures of yourself with a widely held opinion and post the whole thing to everyone's respective walls?" as if it's going to suddenly make all the sluts instant nun's and have us all relocate to the Vatican, it's just so stupid! The only thing you need to worry about at that age is the price of sweets, everything else is done for you! "Oh Daddy's upset Mummy? Here, have a biscuit..." You know, you're twelve! Worrying is the adults job, f--k off and do some DIY! Make a complicated dance routine or a wristwatch or something, stop thinking.
And it's the whole growing up thing, it's so easy! You don't really change! You grow taller and sprout some hair and a beard, and that's all that happens! All that changes is perspective, really. You're ten and the price of sweets goes up, oh my god, it's the end of the world. You're fifteen and you're not allowed outside, oh my God it's the end of the world. You hit twenty and everything's recession, petrol, strikes! "f--k it, who cares, I have beer." somewhere between those years it all goes horribly wrong, you just stop caring, get yourself into a comfortable rut, then bills happen and you have to leave the house to vote and suddenly everything is scary! You get post saying "pay the electricity bill by yesterday or we'll hack off your leg and put it in the furnace" and you're suddenly very scared, the perspective comes back and you think "F--K! I need sweets! Why are they so damn expensive!?" and you can't buy sweets because you can't even afford the wrapper and everything goes downhill and you realise! You realise children are what's wrong with the world!
People say political leaders are the true powers, no no, no no no... CHILDREN! They have the power to make you part with your money for sweets and trinkets and power tools and such, and all they use are their beady eyes and morally questionable bargaining techniques. Anyone below the age of 10 is a goldmine. You can bet with all the hoarded chocolate and biscuits and sculptures they're accumulated that they have a net worth rivalling Bill Gates! And there's you getting disapproving looks off the parents because you can't afford an extra 49p to buy them a Snickers!
And that's children, anyway. That's what I think of children. And all of their birthdays, all the fuss and to-do about birthdays. Birthdays shouldn't count until you're 13, those are the big ones. 13 - you become a teenager. 16 - you can legally fornicate and that's good! 18 you can legally drink, and that's even better; 20 you stop being a teenager, 21 you can do anything in the world, then the next one is 50!!! And you're staring into the abyss, you have 29 years to fill with tedious, mindless drivel! And who's idea was it to have the order of birthday events the way they are? Between 16 and 18 you have 2 years to practice sex before it becomes a driving force! Except that you can't practice because you can't drink! You stand in the pub with a lemonade and say to women "I can't chat you up effectively but I promise I'm very good in the sack" and before you know it you're consigned to the broken table in the corner where old men gather to play dominos and ferment in the dinge, you know! You wither and die within half an hour and the vultures fight over your internal organs and muse upon if you were a sufficiently good dominoes player to warrant a brain transplant, it's a ludicrous strategy! They need to throw in some curveballs, something to look forward to, like, you know.. Between the ages of 34 and 37 you can only play the lottery on Wednesdays, or making it compulsory to watch a soap omnibus weekly if you're 40... Not being allowed to enjoy brandy till you're 28, that kind of thing - something to get people mildly excited as they descend into bingo routines and home cooking.
Anyway, those are my thoughts for the time being, you all need to go away and think this through and buy a beer or moderately priced cider from next door, thankyou all, I'll see you soon!
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As I said, it's my first ever script - at the moment I feel I'm high in potential yet low in important attributes, so any tips would be greatly appreciated!