Many of you who follow this blog will know that it is much quicker to write than to turn that writing into Machinima. As a consequence, scripts and ideas languish in forgotten folders.
The following is an abandoned outline for a situation comedy set vaguely in post war Britain. The idea was to visit each house in a cul de sac, and follow the stories within. Horace and his eccentric sidekick were to act as detectives solving the mysteries attached to their oddball neighbours.
Other inhabitants included an inventor, who spent his time blowing up a garden shed whilst trying to perfect homemade rocket technology, and a couple of 'aliens'.
This project was connected with the 1930s mods created by myself and John Herd for moviestorm -Kate
The following is an abandoned outline for a situation comedy set vaguely in post war Britain. The idea was to visit each house in a cul de sac, and follow the stories within. Horace and his eccentric sidekick were to act as detectives solving the mysteries attached to their oddball neighbours.
Other inhabitants included an inventor, who spent his time blowing up a garden shed whilst trying to perfect homemade rocket technology, and a couple of 'aliens'.
This project was connected with the 1930s mods created by myself and John Herd for moviestorm -Kate
11 Acacia Avenue, inhabited by Horace
Manly Clench and his lodger 'Big Bang
Willy', formerly of Big Bang Willy and
the Demented potatoes, a bagpipe jazz
ensemble.
Horace is a designer, best known for
inventing the triangle, and disappearing
up the amazon after a falling out with
Clarice, the duffer, Cliffe over the
colour of a lilac tree. Mr Clench had
maintained that it ought to be yellow,
while Ms Cliffe proceeded to paint the
thing pink, going on to become terribly
famous thus annoying old Horace
immensely.
He eventually returned from his jungle
exile, both yellower and mellower, after
a bout of typhoid, but still refuses to
speak her name, referring to Ms C as 'that
woman'.
Big bang makes a good lodger, his years
on the Scottish music circuit have left
him both deaf, and utterly insensitive to
criticism. He tolerates his landlord's
frequent rages and in return Horace
overlooks William's occasional fall from
the high standards expected by fellow
Avenue residents. He may, at times, even
seem amused by Mr Bang's antics,
especially with regard to the rhythmic
Scot's aversion to undergarments.
Indeed, when Jayne Pinchgraeme, the
vicar's wife delivered a petition it was
Horace who smoothed over the situation by
donating seven large Dundee cakes to the
village fete.