Um, look. I’ll be honest – I wasn’t entirely expecting you to click on the link to this page.
There isn’t a whole lot to put here yet, really. But there will be, very soon. So look at this page as a promise of what’s to come.
It’s only after writing that sentence that I realise it makes me sound like a massive tease in need of a feather boa.
The current headlines:
- I have just started studying for an MA in Writing for Stage and Broadcast Media (scriptwriting, basically) at the Royal Central School of Speech and Drama. You know they’re pretty decent because they’ve got ‘Royal’ in their name, but even if they didn’t have it I would still love them.
I am studying improv with Hoopla in London. If you want to learn improv and you are in London, or ever find yourself in London, you should learn with Hoopla. Because they are ace.
Every now and again I do improv performances, including jam sessions. I’ll keep you posted.
Writing-wise I’ve got a number of scripts ‘in development’ (i.e. currently wailing to the Gods of creativity while I attempt to put words on a page).
My previously-stated mission is to write the next Friends, which gives you a good idea of the kind of scripts I write – vaguely romcommy But With Interesting Wimmin Characters (because somebody has to try). I hope to at least attempt to live up to the extreme hubris of that statement, even if nobody ever sees it.
In the past I spent my entire university ‘career’ exploiting every college society loophole going to act in plays. I played Malvolio in Vancouver, a casting decision that baffles me to this day but I got to go to Vancouver so whatever. I also spent a considerable amount of time just pratting around doing silly voices, a trait which continues today in my improv adventures. It’s a thespy circle of life, clearly.
So, there it is. More will be added to this page as it actually happens. If you want to talk about making some fun things*, drop me a line and stuff?
- nb. ‘fun things’ in this context does not equal casting couch. I’m having enough issues trying to buy a cheap armchair as it is, I don’t really need or want to add sexual cushions into the mix.