Quote: Dolly Dagger @ April 17 2008, 1:03 PM BST
Hi Bushbaby
I just had a look at the scene you posted a link to. Do you think the critism may because the characters are stereotypical?
Hi Dolly, I don't know, and this is the prob all new writers have I suppose.
I love gays particularly camp ones and I know a lot. I also like blacks, the [west indians] and the humour they have, I understand stereo type but don't know why there's an objection to them, when they are indeed part of real life.
I wonder too, if one writes a family sitcom, I mean featuring a family or a sitcom with students as the characters, one gets....old hat, too many sitcoms are like that.
One puts 'stereo type' characters in and gets...you can't have that etc infinitum
If you can be bothered or good enough to read some more, this is later in the story. Everything is set for the party and the five have arrived to check it all before the guests arrive.
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LEEROY
Wow! This place is fit for a queen.
JON
He’ll be here later with the rest of the 10k.
(Man enters; he has the appearance of a city gent)
JON
Morning. Can I help you?
MR BIRTWISTLE
Let’s cut the niceties. Do you have licences for this venue?
JON
Licences?
MR BIRTWISTLE
That’s what I said.
JON
Licences as in what?
MR BIRTWISTLE
As in, alcohol, entertainment, music, nutriment.
JON
Leeroy?
LEEROY
Jon?
MARCIA
I’ll deal. Mr….er…
MR BIRTWISTLE
Birtwistle.
MARCIA (flirting)
Mr Birtwistle, let’s discuss this on the beach.
MR BIRTWISTLE
Beach, in Camden?
(Marcia points to the ‘beach’ and they both walk towards it and sit at a table. She winks at the others)
DEB (proudly)
That’s so Marcia, so masterful……so flirty
LEEROY
Man, how come you forgot the licences?
JON
How come I forgot the licences? Me? You talking to me? You were in charge of admin. Why am I surrounded by incompetence? Why me? Why me? I don’t need this. I’m a talented designer not some two bit pen pusher. God, next time round I’m going to make sure I come back as a snowman. At least when things get hot I can melt into oblivion like a….fart in the gloamin’. How come you fouled up the chickens?
LEEROY (Hurt)
I need to call my agent and get back into acting.
JON
Feel free.
(Jon hands him his mobile phone)
LEEROY (Gutted)
Ahh……(He speaks on mobile)
Do you want to buy 100 cooked chickens, two buckets of coleslaw, one naff turquoise shirt….
DEB
Stop it you lot. Listen, I thought this place was a brewery.
TEEJAY
Supposedly, but so what? The party’s off.
DEB
But they must have had a licence for booze.
JON (Thinks about it)
Do’ya know, you’re right. It’d only need the name changing.
TEEJAY
If it’s still in force.
(Fireman enters in full gear/axe/uniform)
TEEJAY
This is not a fancy dress.
FIREMAN
I’m working on it.
LEEROY
And its tickets only, we’ve already got a gatecrasher.
(He points to Birtwistle)
FIREMAN
I’ve come to inspect the fire equipment.
JON
Marcia! When you’ve finished in the licence department, can you deal with the fire? (Then, under his breath)
This is going to be one hell of a night.
FIREMAN
Is this where the party is being held?
JON
I don’t want to speculate.
(Marcia approaches with Birtwistle and points him to the door)
MARCIA
Sorted, we’ve got an arrangement.
JON
Great, what’s the arrangement?
MARCIA
Mind your own business. (All stare at her, it’s obvious some payment in kind has been offered)
JON
That’s entrapment.
MARCIA
Right Deb, your turn, I think you’re the best one to deal with the fireman.
(Deb looks startled and looks the fireman up and down)
DEB (to fireman)
I should warn you that I’m promised to another.
(He looks bewildered as she leads him away)
(Policeman enters.)
POLICEMAN
Afternoon all.
JON
Is this a conspiracy?
POLICEMAN
Let’s cut the niceties. Is that your white van parked on the double yellow?
LEEROY
The chickens!
POLICEMAN
Don’t get smart with me sonny. We all know chickens can’t drive.
TEEJAY
True, they’re road runners. (He sniggers) beep, beep.
(Policeman glares at Teejay then gets out his notebook)
MARCIA
Look officer…er…
POLICEMAN
PC Chicken
(All crack up laughing)