Thursday, 15 September 2011

I have a son!

I'm not really blogging at the minute, but I'll break with tradition for this:

I'm proud to announce the arrival of Robert Arthur James-Jeffery! He was born at 11.08 yesterday morning, weighed a whopping 8lb 10 and a half oz, and he's pleased to meet you!

Friday, 1 October 2010

Her Name Is Tati...

Look! Look! It's the actual real life Tati and Linny, owner and handyman (or handyboy, as 'twere) of Tati's Hotel, in actor shaped form. Click for an even bigger version! Too! Many! Exclamation! Marks!

Thursday, 26 August 2010

Tati's Hotel

UPDATE: Oh, look at that, shooting dates. Lovely.

Well, hello there, Blog Boys and Blog Girls. Did you miss me? It’s been a while, but I swear it’s been more painful for me. You can just ignore the site. It’s set up as my bloody homepage, I have to see it sitting there, festering, every time I want to read Penny Arcade.

But now for a big blogworthy announcement. I’m writing for a kids’ TV show. It’s called Tati’s Hotel, it’s being produced by Machine Productions of Bristol/Cardiff, and it should hopefully be on your telly screens next year (I think. I’m sure someone will correct me). It’s for four to seven year olds, so if you have kids of that age, get them watching. And if you don’t, watch it anyway.

I know. An actual telly programme. That you’ll be able to watch. You can all judge me on a mass scale. Be kind, I have low self esteem*.

The show’s about a little girl, who finds the doorway to a magical hotel in her bedroom, and which she thereafter runs as a manager, child labour laws not applying in fantasy magical hotels. Though they do apply in television, which means being very careful not to write too many scenes with the kids in, so that they can get on with their schoolin’.

Every week, a new guest turns up, causes havoc, and it’s up to Tati and her motley crew of staff to sort them out. Everyone learns a lesson, but there’s loads of gags along the way. Also, there are puppets. It’s tremendous fun to write. I’ve written three episodes of the first run of the series.

There have been two writers’ days along the way where we bashed out the tone and came up with story ideas &c. Both of these were in a hotel owned/sponsored by(?) John Malcovich (I loved him in that one movie where he played a diamond thief). If you’ve never peed while staring up at a picture of Malcovich brooding down at you, well, you’ve never been to this particular hotel. The hotel’s lovely though. But the picture in the toilet’s a bit weird**. To compound the brilliant strangeness of this day, one of the guys running the day played Ludo in Labyrinth. Great day.

So, yeah. Telly programme. Very happy. 

Other awesome news includes my brother starting work at Digital Spy, and getting to interview all sorts of top telly types, including Alexander Armstrong and his personal hero, Doctor Who. Well, Matt Smith, but close enough. He got to play on the Tardis. And got told off for flirting with Karen Gillian. He’s happy as Lawrence. Read his super thoughts here:

* This is a lie. I have appalling high self esteem.

** In the Driftwood Arms in St. Agnes, the men’s toilet is wallpapered with old 2000 AD comics. I spent ages in there once catching up on Heavy Metal Warriors.

Sunday, 20 June 2010

Real Life Fail...

The best line in That's How I Roll, both the original hard-hitting adult version and the new amazing commercial kids' version (I just took out the eff words) is "She's like Jackie Chan".

It's, and I don't like to talk myself up too much, because, well, rude, but it's a very funny line. It's pretty much everyone's favourite line. It's also a bit wincey. In what's a fairly sweet script, it's the one real close to the bone moment.

Patron of the blog Pete K. Troll recently and bravely used it, in real life, in context.

Apparently it didn't go down amazingly well.

Stupid real life.