Ooops! I somehow managed to upset a little girl I have under me. She's a producer of sorts, by which I mean she's producing one of MY shows.
All I did was to inform her, quite generously I might add, that the Head of Comedy didn't want to accelerate her career as fast as I did. My exact words were 'he hates you'.
Silly little thing went straight to him to investigate why! I can't believe the gumption. Well suffice to say HoC denied it entirely. How was I to know it wasn't true? Sometimes I think this world really is not fair to people with very acute and justified opinions. It's simply not cricket.
I had a large oxtail soup to cheer myself up which was out of character for me as I normally never drink at this time of the day.
Hopefully she'll get over her mistake soon and I can continue to help her run telly-box shows. She really does have marvellous tits.
Well I'm dripping suet all over the space bar now so will leave you. Mother will have to be called with her cloth.
Thursday, 8 January 2009
Tuesday, 6 January 2009
Welcome!
And a happy new year to you!
2009 is sure to be another fantastic year for me. I feel exhilarated as I stand here on the threshold of a whole new universe of opportunity. With over fifteen years of comedy producing under my belt I'm finally an executive, in charge of my own destiny and in charge of all MY lovely shows. I'm looking forward to this year especially because my next big hit is teetering on the horizon. The BBC are sure to love my fantastic new idea - a cartoon sitcom! Can you believe I thought that up all myself? Lo! It makes you think there may be a God somewhere. Though I subscribe to the view that God is in all of us. Especially me! Joke.
I first thought of the idea when a junior member of my team approached me with the idea. The poor boy was having trouble writing the thing so I employed a writer I'd been championing for a while. I'd discovered this young talent all by myself when he was brought to me by a young talent scheme. He's very funny but very uppity, asking for some sort of creative control. Well, I don't know about you but when a WRITER starts using words like 'creativity' I begin to smell a rat. If I'm the one putting his words on the telly-box I damn well deserve my piece of the pie.
It's a drag but one NEEDS to break young talent or they become very difficult to control.
Well I'm tired now, the bottle's nearly empty and the cheese is running low. I better make a start on the pate before bed or I won't have time for trifle.
2009 is sure to be another fantastic year for me. I feel exhilarated as I stand here on the threshold of a whole new universe of opportunity. With over fifteen years of comedy producing under my belt I'm finally an executive, in charge of my own destiny and in charge of all MY lovely shows. I'm looking forward to this year especially because my next big hit is teetering on the horizon. The BBC are sure to love my fantastic new idea - a cartoon sitcom! Can you believe I thought that up all myself? Lo! It makes you think there may be a God somewhere. Though I subscribe to the view that God is in all of us. Especially me! Joke.
I first thought of the idea when a junior member of my team approached me with the idea. The poor boy was having trouble writing the thing so I employed a writer I'd been championing for a while. I'd discovered this young talent all by myself when he was brought to me by a young talent scheme. He's very funny but very uppity, asking for some sort of creative control. Well, I don't know about you but when a WRITER starts using words like 'creativity' I begin to smell a rat. If I'm the one putting his words on the telly-box I damn well deserve my piece of the pie.
It's a drag but one NEEDS to break young talent or they become very difficult to control.
Well I'm tired now, the bottle's nearly empty and the cheese is running low. I better make a start on the pate before bed or I won't have time for trifle.
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