These are all the submissions I've sent to Watson's Wind-Up without success. Feel free to tear them to shreds and tell me where I'm going wrong.
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20/10/09 - "Pub Talk"
F/XUBLIC HOUSE AMBIENCE
MALE DRINKER: I tell you what; the security at Barlinne Prison has certainly gone downhill. Have you read this story about an inmate who built hisself a shotgun oota tweezers, lead ball bearings and a couple of crushed up match heads?
FEMALE DRINKER:You're joking? Was he not challenged by the screws?
MALE DRINKER:What? A few pozis and a couple of flat-heads wouldn't present a problem.
FEMALE DRINKER:I was talking aboot the guards.
MALE DRINKERo was I.
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04/11/09 "Cast Iron Luck"
NEWS READER:Amateur metal-detector enthusiast, David Booth, has unearthed a one million pound iron age treasure trove of jewellery in Stirlingshire on his first ever outing. Mr. Booth said he was, "almost stunned" by news of its value, which is a bit like saying, "I was almost having an orgasm"; or "I was almost a tree. But, after careful consideration, I realised I wasn't."
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18/11/09 "Data Theft Sketch"
F/XHONE RINGING
MANPICKS UP)Hello?
SIMON:Hi it's Simon from the Samaritans. Before your T-Mobile contract expires, is there anything you'd like to get off your chest?
MAN:How did you get this number?
MAN HANGS UP IN DISGUST
F/X: PHONE RINGS AGAIN
MANPICKS UP, SIGHS) Yes?
GORDON:Hello, Gordon Brown here. If you promise to vote for me in the next general election I'll give you Fiscal Stimulus.
MAN:I'm calling the police.
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Desperately seeking advice and feedback.