What a corker of a show!

The Missing Years

Play up Pompey, Pompey play up!

What a corker of a show!

Written by Amber Dodd, James Jefferies, (see James I spelt it correctly!) Catherine Randle and... er, ohmygosh, as the great James Moran would say: It's me!

Visionary Director Liz Weston, her talented cast and all the hard working backstage crew composed a fantastic show out of our scripts at Portsmouth's New Theatre Royal last night.

An audience of over 300 delighted theatre lovers whooped. hollered, laughed, cried and chanted along with the exciting, multi layered show which cleverly combined celebration, singing, comedy, projected real life wartime photographs and newsreels, and of course, poignant drama from the Pompey Blitz.

For me, it was an extra thrill, to see, hear and, dare I say it, "feel" my words interpreted by the talented cast, as it was the first time I've written a piece for the stage.

Support your local theatres: You really cannot beat live entertainment for atmosphere and relevance.

Hats off and Champagne glasses raised to all involved.

Come and see a play what I wrote...

... as the great Ern used to say.



Three other local playwrights and I (Amber Dodd, James Jefferies and Catherine Randle) have written brilliant show (IMHO)called "The missing years."

Based on local people's "living memories," it uses music, songs, back projections of contemporary photographs and drama to tell the tale of Portsmouth's F.C.'s famous, against all odds 1939 FA Cup win.

And, of course, their subsequent world record, ahem, of being the only club to hold on to the FA Cup for six consecutive years...

The lovely Mrs T and I will be there, no doubt quaffing champers and posing for photies on the red carpet whilst being mobbed by hordes on fans.

Get your red hot tickets here or at the New Theatre Royal box office.

Shows Monday 7th March 2pm and 7pm

Hello world!

Hello world! It's all so new, exciting miraculous and wonderful.

Just like my shiny brand new step-grandson, Brandon.

Laughing Stock 2011

See it?

Way down there, amongst the 15 sack loads thus far delivered.



That's my entry. Bottom left. Third one up. I think.

Believe in your Ideas; set your Imagination free.

Ten glorious seconds = one glorious film!

Ten glorious seconds = one glorious film!



My friend, secret project co-writer, mentor and sternest critic, the lovely Carol Younghusband has written (and Produced) a beautiful, haunting new short film about dementia called Ten Glorious Seconds

It has garnered rave reviews in the press, including praise from The Times, no less.

Mrs T and I found it very moving, with beautifully shot locations and top notch acting from the cast who bring Carol's beautifully written characters to very believable, poignant life.

You can watch it here.

Carol's even sharing a "making of" vid with everyone here.

PERSONA – a big drama in the palm of your hand.

PERSONA – a big drama in the palm of your hand.



Super talent, and friend of this blog, Sir Phillipe de Baron releases today his exciting new venture "Persona" the big, new drama in the palm of your hand. Not the usual one , oh-er missus, but the world's first ever drama created exclusively for all smartphones.

For £1.50 you get 2-3 minutes of daily drama for a year.

Join in the fun and check out all the exciting blurbery, photos and sound bites here and here.

Wishing you a successful launch, guys!

Networking again

That's me. Networking again. The baldy bloke trying to hide from the camera. I'm a writer, I should be behind the camera. Well away. In a locked room. Writing.

If I wanted to be in the frame, I'd be an actor.

Anyway, here we all are chatting, informing and being informed at the Screentime event at Portsmouth Uni's Purple door sponsored by Cibas.

See how many links I crammed into that sentence? Network me back baby!

It really was a great afternoon. Free coffee and quality cakes. Met loads of interesting industry insiders who were friendly and approachable. Not the scary monsters we're led to believe, at all.

We got some advice on courses, planning, budgets, future trends and howled with laughter at the funding stand, when they said there's none left for scriptwriters development. As if writers need money. Huh!

As everybody knows, Writer's don't go out; they just sit in a little room (so they don't need much heating) pounding away at their scripts. In fact, if they write by candlelight (worked for Sheiky and Dickens et al) and charge their laptops when they're down the library or in the free wi-fi caff, they don't even need electricity.

As for grub, Marie Antoinette was spot on: There were free cakes (and coffee) provided. point of fact you could tell who the writers were: (apart from the clothes!) they scoffed extra cakes.

The professional writers, ie, whose sole income comes from writing, were obvious to spot too: They filled their pockets with cakes as they left...

The event was organised like speed dating - or so I was informed - I've never been speed dating. I like to stare at my prey, er, the lady, for ages first while lager chips away at my inhibitions until I'm pissed, er, confident enough to tell her how lucky she's gonna be.

Ahem.

So, just like speed dating, (so I'm told; see above) a gong - in this case a comical hand held squelcher, prompted us to swap cards and phone numbers and move on, so you could move round all the tables.

As the event covered all the arts, I met some up with some old friends and made some new ones. Sculpting and interactive walk in shows/displays appear to be where the funding is at the mo.

To sum up; a great event, good fun had by all. Among all those interesting, friendly people I met was Mr Eugene, a Brighton based musician of note (pardon the pun) and the lovely and witty Jo Emery, a comedy scriptwriter from just across the water from me, that being Gosport, not France. Or the I.O.W.

Jo, bless her, even admitted to knowing the blogoshere's legendary Phil Barron!

Many thanks to Cibas and Purple Door for organising such a cool event. Here's to the next one.

(P.S. For those who don't know, I'm the guy in cool black, next to the blonde lady.)

Networking

Went to New Writing South's first Writer Hub at the New Theatre Royal in Portsmouth, last night, and meet some new writers.

Mmm, lots of "News" in that sentence.

Always great to be back at the NTR. As well as a quick catch up with some of the people I'm working with on the Living Memories Project I got to meet loads of talented, exciting local writers I didn't know about.

Which, was, of course the whole point of the night.

Writers, poor lonely, souls, need to break the chains on the laptop and talk to real people sometimes. Instead of just conversing with all those voices in their heads...

I'm ok. The lovely Mrs T always hides all the knives when she goes out.

Over forty writers across all the genres and disciplines turned out. A great response, and lovely surprise to the organisers, as they only expected up to twenty: But Portsmouth has talent! (New Simon Cowell vehicle there?)

So the coffee had to be rationed and only the fittest and quickest got a biscuit.

Two discussions were led to see what we, the writers, wanted from the Hub. Ours included a sort of impromptu tour of the magnificent theatre as our leader (tour guide?) the NTR's Director herself, the warm, witty and approachable Caroline Sharman, attempted to find our group a "quiet" space - whilst the Youth Theatre Group rehearsed on stage...

The resulting lists from each discussion were correlated to plan the next series of hubs. New Writing South are committed to organising the first three Hubs, including providing guest speakers, and then the plan is the Hub, or group, will run itself.

The evening duly drew to a pleasant close with informal chatting and quick draw business card gun-slinging.

There were only a few scriptwriters among us, so we gravitated to the corner of the bar in the time honoured fashion of our profession.

Most unfortunately there wasn't any actual alcohol available...

Upon the swapping of said bizzy cards one nice chap I was talking to, the friendly and witty comic writer Tom Pinnock, was delighted to discover he'd now actually met the "famous" Sheiky!

OMG - the reader.

Tom has just finished his degree in Comedy Writing, - the first in the country, apparently.

Staying (sorta) in the realm of the blogosphere I also met a friend of the our very own Lucy Vee - the esteemed Bournemouth Uni's senior lecturer in scriptwriting Dr Craig Batty, who is another very nice chap.

If you're reading this Dr Craig (yeah,yeah, he's another fan...) don't forget to browse my webby sitey: http://garethturpie.yolasite.com/

More networkery bizzy card swappery today too.

This afternoon I've been invited to attend the sold out Cibas/Screentime event at Portsmouth Uni (really excited!) and tonight is the Wrap Party (really looking forward to it!) for
Conway Street - the award winning radio soap I co-wrote 22 episodes for.

As the fat exec with the large cigar always says: "That's show biz for yer..."

Dug up a film called Buried

Dug up this film called Buried.

Wow! What a film!

Claustrophobic. Obviously. This poor feller gets buried alive in a coffin.

Terrifying. Some poor feller gets buried alive in a coffin.

Gripping. Surprisingly. A poor feller gets buried alive in a coffin!

Writer Chris Sparling delivers a master class in scriptwriting.

A short, tight script that takes you somewhere you've never been before. Hopefully;- Some poor feller gets buried alive in a coffin.

Great title: This movie does exactly what it says on the cover.

Low budget: One actor. (yeah, all right, a few v/o's and an actress video phones in a scene or two). One location - did I mention? This poor feller gets buried, alive, in a coffin.

See it. Next day you'll buy an everlasting torch. A spare battery for your mobile. And invent a pocket shovel...