Here's something JaneP and I collaborated on that wasn't deemed good enough to appear. (She got something on anyway, whilst I fell into the pit of despair with all my rejections-via-silence)
Dan
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MILES UNDERCOVER: EXPENSE JUNKIES
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MILES:
With MP's expense claims no longer being signed off with the gay abandonment of (BEAT) well, gay abandonists – desperate expenses junkies have been forced out of Westminster to get their next fix. I went undercover to a South London alleyway to find out more…
F/XRIPPING WATER. ECHOEY, LOW VOICES
MILES:
Hey, I hear this is where I can get some (WHISPERS) expense claims signed off.
TED:
Who are you?
JESS:
I've never seen you here before…
MILES:
I'm Giles Mupp. MP. For…erm… (HEARS DRIP) Water!
TED:
Who?
MILES:
Look I really need to sign off some Post-It notes and those envelopes with little windows in them.
JESS:
You sure you're in the right place? You sound like a bit of a novice.
TED:
We used to be like you, once. Fine at first…
JESS:
Just claiming the usual bits of stationery here and there—
TED:
—Boots Meal Deals—
JESS:
—charity contributions and the Gift Aid—
TED:
But they never said no!
JESS:
We got hooked!
TED:
Claimed for everything we saw!
JESS:
The sky was the limit! Literally. I claimed for a cloud once! They paid extra for the silver lining!
TED:
I moved into our shed so we could claim it as a second home. (PAUSE) And I'm not even an MP!
JESS:
(EXCITED) The dealer's here!
F/X:CROWD HUSTLE BUSTLE. PAPER WAVING. PEN SCRIBBLING CONSTANTLY.
MILES:
(WAVES PAPER) I hear you're the man to sign this off.
DEALER:
Don't know whatcha talkin' 'bout, mate.
MILES:
Please. I can't be expected to pay for it out of my 'three times the national average' salary!
DEALER:
You sure you're not Freedom of Information?
MILES:
No! I absolutely never reveal the truth. That's why they made me a Minister in the first place.
DEALER:
Wait there! (TO JESS) What's this for, love?
JESS:
A Soda-Stream, a Siberian tiger and four years' worth of government advice from a fortune teller.
MILES:
If I could just—
TED:
—Out of the way Giles! I can't wait any longer! Sign this one next, (BEGS) please!
DEALER:
What's it for?
TED:
5000 pre-signed expenses forms.
DEALER:
(MENACING) Oi! Wanna know what happens to people pushing in on my patch? 'Arry! Release this bloke's council tax claims to the press!
TED:
No! No! (CRIES) I need help!
DEALER:
Then you need The Priory, mate. ON YOUR OWN DIME!
F/X:TED STARTS TO WAILS. THE CROWD CLAMOURING FOR MORE ATTENTION
MILES:
(SUMMING UP) Well I guess that's what happens when you force these things underground – like brothels and private education.
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