my place by David Gale
Posted in 'Lots' on Mar 3rd, 2008
Another extract from a script that I lost for 24 years. To get the backstory on this publishing phenomenon please start reading here.
The detectives Jean Pool and Max Cope, with their client Anna Domino, arrive in Australia in the middle of the night. The have flown there in order to locate Mister Cook, whose [...]
Posted in 'Lots' on Mar 2nd, 2008
This is an extract from a longlost then recently found script that I have been going on about. Please read posts from Lots: Episode 1 onwards to get the backstory.
The scene containing my favourite line arises moments after the detectives Jean Pool and Max Cope, with their client Anna Domino, arrive in Australia in the [...]
Posted in 'Jean Pool', 'Lots', scriptwriting on Feb 18th, 2008
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After a few months, not only did I stop fretting about my BBC non-commission but I grew lazy about retrieving script copies I had distributed to potential lovers of the Next Thing in Television. At some point I released a copy to a producer friend [...]
Posted in 'Jean Pool', 'Lots' on Feb 12th, 2008
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I lifted another character from the stage version of ‘Jean Pool’: Hugh, a young man who had lost his diary and engaged Jean and Max to find it. The metaphor for loss of identity was thoroughly and artlessly transparent, in the tradition of baldness that [...]
Posted in 'Jack...the Flames!', 'Jean Pool', 'Lots', Bush Theatre, Oval House Theatre on Feb 12th, 2008
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My agent was invariably cheerful. “Not to worry,” he said, “We’ll see if we can place it somewhere else.” And then he said “What I think we should do is you should write another one for them.” “Another play?” I squeaked. “Yes. Show them that [...]
Posted in 'Lots', ancient writing techniques on Feb 10th, 2008
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I wrote the script on my pale blue Olympia portable typewriter because, in the olden days, there were no computers small enough to get into a room. As with my writing for Lumiere & Son, I used carbon paper to make copies. In order to [...]
Posted in 'Lots', Lumiere & Son, theatre on Feb 8th, 2008
I’m in the front room of Hilary’s old house, which she is probably going to sell. All around the walls, on shelves, in boxes, cabinets and crates she has stashed a great archive of the papers of Lumiere & Son, the theatre company we ran together from 1972 to 1992 when the still Thatcherised Arts [...]