I haven’t had reason to look at the notes on my phone for a couple of weeks. I’ve just looked now and apparently a couple of weeks ago after a couple of drinks I started writing a comedy.
Drunk me has ordered crap off eBay, drunk me has declared ‘the safety dance’ the greatest song ever written, but now drunk me wants to be the next Phoebe Waller-Bridge.
My notes include:
The main character is not the main character, someone else is.
The old lady in the shop is pregnant with 2 twins.
The town crier is a cross dressing pillock.
And then the killer note...
Go to writing lessons. 😂
I’ve made myself chuckle this evening at least, even if no one else ever gets to witness my comedy genius. 😂