Well it's put up or shut up time and as a brand new aspiring comedy bod, I thought I'd put up one of my sketches for critique. It's the first in a series of sketches about two men who discuss film and television programmes in the pub.
As I am a total noob, any suggestions, critiques, advice, feedback, etc. would be greatly appreciated. My goodness, this is a nerve wracking experience. Let the onslaught begin.
Two Blokes in a Pub
Episode 1 - MAGNUM
Bloke 1 and Bloke 2 are returning to their table in the pub with a pint each.
Bloke 1:
…and that's why the kid's have to take worm tablets.
Bloke 2:
So did you watch it last night?
Bloke 1:
Watch what?
Bloke 2:
Come on, moustache, musclely body, flowery shirt, dogs, coconuts.
Looks at him quizically.
Bloke 2:
Magnum, you git. They're showing it on cable again.
Bloke 1:
Oh right, yeah that was great, Magnum. Though I always had a problem with that show.
Bloke 2:
Yeah, in what way?
Bloke 1:
His love life.
Bloke 2:
His love life?
Bloke 1:
I know, I know, there was a lot wrong with that show…dodgy perms, Higgins' Doberman fetish, using a bright red Ferrari as an undercover car, etc…but what really got to me was Magnum's love life.
Bloke 2:
Go on.
Bloke 1:
Every time Magnum met a bird and fell in love, she'd get shot in the face.
Bloke 2:
What?
Bloke 1:
No, seriously. At the end of the show, Maggers and some bit of totty would be snogging on the beach. She'd say, I love you Thomas, I could stay on this island forever and then bang! Assassins bullet in the back of the neck.
Bloke 2:
No.
Bloke 1:
Yeah, each time.
Bloke 2:
Not each time, I saw one once where he fell in love and the girl didn't die.
Bloke 1:
What happened to her?
Bloke 2:
She went to jail forever, apparently she was the killer all along.
Bloke 1:
See?! Alright she didn't snuff it, but tragedy still ensued. It's like every time Tommo met a hotty and got it on, you knew something terrible was going to happen. It's like the writers deliberately made sure that Magnum would never find love with a woman.
Bloke 2:
No wonder he was a gay icon.
Bloke 1:
Exactly.
Bloke 2:
You'd think that in real life, if every time Magnum met some chick and she died on him, he'd develop some sort of complex. You know, he's a detective, he'd figure out the pattern.
Bloke 1:
Obviously. Right, I'm Thomas Magnum, some gorgeous bit of fluff wants me to find her missing twin sister or something and there's a real spark between us. I mean this could be it, proper love, marriage, kids, the whole bit. Yet I know, if we go out on one date, then she's gonna die. So what do I do?
Bloke 2:
It's a moral dichotomy.
Bloke 1:
That it is. But if I was Magnum, a tortured soul with a graveyard full of dead girlfriends, I'd tell you what I'd do every time I met a bird.
Bloke 2:
What's that?
Bloke 1:
I'd knock one out. You know, bash the bishop, choke the chicken, have a quick one off the wrist.
Bloke 2:
Have a wank.
Bloke 1:
That too. Better a five minute act of self abuse then a life time of guilt and bittersweet memories.
Bloke 2:
You know, if you were Magnum and you were having a wank, would you think about your dead girlfriends while you were doing it?
Bloke 1:
You're a sick boy, you know that? Of course I wouldn't be thinking about the dead ones, you weird twisted pervert...I'd be thinking about the one who went to women's prison. Duh?!
Bloke 2:
Pint?
Bloke 1:
Pint.