Following on from my last post, I'm now back from the Albany pub, where a sketch of mine was performed among numerous others, for a small-but-appreciate audience...
... including David Mitchell. Yes, Peep Show's David Mitchell. Sweet Jesus.
Don't know if anyone needed medical attention after my sketch, exactly, but there was definite laughter. Happy with that, given that (a) it was created in around two hours; (b) it enjoyed a mere two drafts; and (c) it was a bit weird, like a lot of my sketches. And David Mitchell chuckled. There was no mistaking it - his face contorted, betraying the fact that amusement had registered in his brain. Phew.
It was nice that our sketch showcase was part of a multi-faceted comedy evening, compered by the excellent Justin Edwards and also featuring a showcase from female sketch-duo Two Left Hands.
Mad props and kudos to Recorded For Training Purposes producer Ed Morrish, who spearheaded the workshop today, and my mentors Miles Jupp and Danielle Ward (who also formed half of the sketch-performance team, showing remarkable multi-tasking skills and are poorly served by my rubbish photo above, which looks like they're about to die of radiation sickness), plus everyone else who put it together. And of course the other writers, who included Dubliner/blogger Gerry Hayes (read his report on the day here) and Splendid's own Sarah Morgan.
Schemes like this are another reminder that we writers are categorically not facing an impenetrable wall. Unless, of course, it's of our own design.