Why my daily blog is going weekly

Sorry to all you lovely regular readers, but this blog is now going weekly because my life is insane (in a good way) at the moment. To give you an example, on just one afternoon this week, my schedule goes:

2pm: Job interview for great job I really want (fingers, toes and eyes crossed)

3.30pm: Meet the very funny Jon Holmes and record his comedy podcast The The One Show Show (which may well jeopardise my chances of ever being on The One Show again)

6pm: Watch my daughter’s drama school play Beauty and the Beast (she’s a bit grumpy as she wanted to play Belle but has the tiny part of Bookseller. At least she’s not the Beast!)

7.15pm: Dinner with friend I haven’t caught up with properly for over ten years (I’m cooking)

Other things I’m doing this week: interviewing the wonderful Richard Osman and Emma Gannon (separately) for my next book How to Live to 100; genning up for job interview and having hair and eyebrows done and laying clothes out and ironing them (of course); pitching a load more Daily Mash stories; ferrying my daughter back and forth to drama school (four whole hours of travelling per day!); making my daughter’s packed lunches plus breakfasts and dinners; shopping for dinner with friend; watching three episodes of The One Show in preparation for Jon’s podcast; going to Slimming World; etc etc.

So pulling blog posts from my overloaded brain and typing them up is quite tricky with all that going on. But I have really enjoyed these seven weeks of blogging daily. Thank you for reading and I hope you’ll check in here once a week from now on.

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The time I came runner-up in a BBC sitcom award (final part and long read)

SCENE 8: INT. GRIMP & GRIMP SOLICITORS’ OFFICE (DAY)

LEILA WALKS INTO THE OFFICE SHE SHARES WITH AMRIT AND CAN HARDLY MOVE FOR ALL THE MESS AND PAPERWORK.

LEILA:

Amrit, I hate to say it, but on this occasion Mr Grimp is right. Your desk looks like a bomb site.

AMRIT: (GRINNING MISCHIEVOUSLY)

But you’d rather it looked like a building site, wouldn’t you? One worked on by ‘Darren Hyde Erection’!

LEILA:

Darren Hyde Construction, Amrit! Construction. And no I wouldn’t. (A NOTE OF SUSPICION CREEPS INTO HER VOICE) Anyway, how do you know his name’s Darren Hyde?

AMRIT: (LOOKING SHEEPISH)

Er, I just saw his van down your road. So what’s happening with him then?

LEILA:

Nothing. And it couldn’t if I wanted it to, which I don’t. Dad’s completely set on fixing me up with this rich old man from London. I don’t want to go along with it, it’s not fair, but I’ll feel so guilty if I don’t.

AMRIT:

What’s his name?

LEILA:

Oh I don’t know, some stupid name. Devinder Brar or something.

AMRIT:

Not… not the Devinder Brar?

LEILA: (SHRUGGING)

I don’t know. I think he’s involved in music.

AMRIT:

Oh my God, you’re being set up with Devinder Brar the millionaire record label boss! He’s a 62-year-old Piscean who’s been living alone in Fulham since his ex divorced him!

LEILA:

Who are you, his biographer?

AMRIT:

No, I just know about him ‘cause he’s really famous. And he wants to meet you!  You should be flattered.

LEILA:

Flattered? If I slept with him, I’d be flattened.

AMRIT:

Oh, come on. Padma Lakshmi and Salman Rushdie, Catherine Zeta Jones and Michael Douglas… old ugly rich men are really in fashion right now.

LEILA:

Fantastic. Can you give them to Oxfam once the season’s over?

AMRIT:

You’re so cynical. (GETS DREAMY, FARAWAY LOOK IN EYES) I’d love to be set up with someone nice, get married in a big traditional ceremony and beautiful sari, have lots of little babies…

LEILA:

It’s not about that though is it? Oh God, I feel both guilty and angry. It’s just so frustrating. I do want my parents to be happy, but right now I think Dad only sees me as a human chequebook. I’m already bailing out his businesses, and now I have to go through this.

AMRIT:

Well that’s your duty as his daughter. I’d bail out Auntiegee. Speaking of her, she freaked out last night – she saw me coming out of the shower and asked if I was in trouble. I wish. (SHE SIGHS)

LEILA: (CONFUSED)

What?

AMRIT: (SADLY, HOLDING STOMACH)

She thought my beer belly was a baby, innit?

LEILA: (WEARILY)

For the 87th time, you can’t use ‘innit’ as a contraction.

AMRIT:

Oh, I’d go through any amount of pain for a baby. (PRODS HER STOMACH.) I wish I was pregnant. If I had a kid and lovely husband I wouldn’t have to work for Mr. Grimp.

LEILA:

Amrit, even in this day and age the modern woman is always under someone. And your husband would expect certain things of you which Mr. Grimp does not.

AMRIT:

I wouldn’t mind. I wish I was under someone right now. Someone like that Darren.

LEILA: (FLUSHING BRIGHT RED)

Amrit, shut up! Don’t talk about him like that.

AMRIT:

Ooh, defending him! You like him!

LEILA:

I absolutely do not! And if you don’t shut up this minute, I’m going to tell Mr. Grimp you call him the Grim Pimp!

AMRIT: (GOGGLE-EYED)

You wouldn’t! Why are you getting so worked up? Blokes love you, everything’s perfect.

LEILA: (SNAPPING)

No Amrit. If things were perfect I would be living alone and working in my own practice, not living at home, working here and being pursued by randy builders and Jabba the Hut lookalikes!

AMRIT:

Come to think of it, Jabba the Hut’s quite fit…

 

SCENE 9: EXT. THE BUILDING SITE (DAY)

DARREN WALKS UP AND SITS ON THE WALL BETWEEN DEAN AND WAYNE.

WAYNE:

How’s yer bird, then?

DARREN: (DEJECTEDLY, HEAD IN HANDS)

It’s all over, lads. She’s probably getting married.

DEAN:

Oh mate, you must be gutted. That’s the worst excuse in the book. Why couldn’t she have just said she wasn’t interested?

DARREN:

No, really, she is being introduced to someone. He’s a millionaire record company owner.  How can I compete with that?

DEAN:

You could always tell her you’re about to float your own company for millions.  She doesn’t need to know that the Darren Hyde in its name is your Dad.

DARREN: (SADLY)

Nah, she won’t fall for that. She won’t fall for me either. I’m just going to have to face facts – she’s never going to be my girl.

DEAN:

Wait, slow down.

WAYNE:

Yeah, you’re still going to pick her best mate’s brains this lunchtime.

DEAN:

And you said Leila didn’t even like men, so she might not like this other bloke.

DARREN:

Yeah, she says she doesn’t want to be introduced to him, that he’s old and fat, but her Dad’s businesses are failing and they need money. And if her family are putting pressure on her…

WAYNE:

Yeah, and if he’s rich and old, that’s gotta swing it for him. He’s only one heart attack away from payday.

DEAN:

Oh, come on. Daz is young, athletic and hot… he’ll be a vindaloo to this bloke’s korma.

DARREN:

But what about the record company thing? Music’s much more glamorous than building. It’s not like I can take her to any celebrity parties.

DEAN:

No, but you mentioning music has given me an idea – you can serenade her! I’ve heard that’s all they do in those four-hour Bollywood films.

DARREN:

But… but I can’t sing.

DEAN:

It’s the thought that counts. You’ll make her feel like a princess in a fairytale.

DARREN: (GETTING INTO IT)

Yeah, I’ll be the handsome prince who rescues her from the clutches of…

WAYNE:

A lifetime of financial security? You’ll be the frog, mate, and she ain’t even gonna kiss you.

 

SCENE 10: INT. ITALIAN CAFE (DAY)

AMRIT IS SITTING NERVOUSLY AT A TABLE, TWO PINTS IN FRONT OF HER, LOOKING AT HER WATCH, WHEN DARREN WALKS IN.

DARREN:

So, Amrat.

AMRIT:

It’s Am-rit.

DARREN:

Right, of course – you’re not a rat are you?

HE TITTERS NERVOUSLY, WHILE AMRIT GIGGLES AND LEANS OVER TO KISS HIM ON THE CHEEK. LEILA ARRIVES AT THE CAFÉ, WHERE SHE’S COME TO BUY LUNCH, AND SEES THEM THROUGH THE WINDOW. THEY ARE LAUGHING AND LOOK LIKE THEY ARE HAVING A GOOD TIME. LEILA LOOKS HURT AND UPSET, AND WALKS OFF.

A WAITER ARRIVES AT AMRIT AND DARREN’S TABLE AND SETS DOWN TWO COFFEES.

AMRIT:

I am a bit of a rat actually. I shouldn’t really be here, but sometimes feelings are just too strong to ignore.

SHE GIVES DARREN A MEANINGFUL LOOK, WHICH HE IGNORES.

DARREN:

So has Leila mentioned me at all?

AMRIT:

Yeah, she said you were a wanker.

DARREN: (LOOKING VERY DEJECTED)

Oh.

AMRIT:

But you don’t want to worry about her. There are lots of other nice Asian girls around. (SHE WINKS AT HIM.)

DARREN: (DELIBERATELY LOOKING AWAY, TRYING TO GET THE MESSAGE ACROSS TO AMRIT THAT HE’S NOT INTERESTED)

I really like her though. Tell me some stuff about her – what’s her surname?

AMRIT:

Kaur.

DARREN:

How old is she?

AMRIT:

25, same as me.

DARREN:

Right. And what was she like at school?

AMRIT: (SIGHS, PISSED OFF)

Just as smart-arsed as she is now. Can we talk about something else?

 

SCENE 11: INT. GRIMP & GRIMP SOLICITORS’ (DAY)

AMRIT WALKS BACK DOWN THE STREET TO THE OFFICE. 

 

AMRIT: (MUTTERING)

Leila, Leila, Leila. She’s so bloody interesting.

AMRIT ENTERS THE OFFICE, WHERE LEILA IS SITTING AT HER DESK HUNCHED OVER PAPERWORK. AMRIT FLOPS DOWN IN A CHAIR AND LETS OUT A LOUD BREATH, LOOKING PISSED OFF. SHE THEN LOOKS OVER AT LEILA.

AMRIT:

Alright?

LEILA DOESN’T REPLY.

 AMRIT: (LOOKING PUZZLED)

What you doing?

LEILA:

I’m being a lawyer. Upholding the truth. Something you don’t seem to know much about. Now leave me alone.

AMRIT NOW LOOKS EXTREMELY BEWILDERED, THEN FLUSTERED. SHE SHRUGS, THEN SITS DOWN AND GETS ON WITH HER WORK.

 

SCENE 12: INT. LEILA’S HOUSE (EVENING)

LEILA ARRIVES HOME FROM WORK TO FIND HER MOTHER IN THE LOUNGE WATCHING TELEVISION. SHE SETS HER BAG DOWN.

LEILA:

Hiya.

MUM: (BEAMING)

I have been playing Countdown.

LEILA:

Yeah? How did you do?

MUM: (STILL BEAMING)

I won.

LEILA:

Hang on… you were playing in Punjabi again, weren’t you?

MUM: (BEAMS AGAIN)

Yes.

[Beat.]

MUM:

So are you looking forward to tomorrow?

LEILA:

Like Stella McCartney looks forward to a Big Mac. I can’t believe you’re making me do this.

MUM:

You know, Devinder is very light-skinned.

LEILA:

I don’t care if he’s Michael Jackson, I’m not interested.

MUM:

I hope you marry him. Then I can meet lots of pop stars.

LEILA:

Great. Dad wants Devinder for his money, and you want him to assist you in your new career as a groupie. What about me? Don’t you care whether like him or want to marry him?

LEILA’S DAD COMES INTO THE LOUNGE FROM THE KITCHEN, COVERED IN FLOUR.

DAD:

You will, I am sure of that. He is a very respectable man, very charming. And he will certainly like you – I have been spending all day preparing for him coming tomorrow, but I am going to tell him you have done it all! We are having aloo gobi, rogan josh, roti and dhal, and I have put out a lovely pink sari for you to wear –

LEILA:

Dad, Dad, slow down. You don’t need to go to all this effort, it’s just not necessary.

DAD:

Just tell me, how was your work day?

LEILA:

Stimulating as ever.

DAD:

That Mr. Gimp, how much does he pay you?

LEILA:

Grimp, father, Grimp. You know he doesn’t pay me enough.

DAD:

Well, wouldn’t it be nice to not have to see him again? To be able to stay at home and read your heavy books and too-big papers and watch your Newsnight, all those things you like to do but don’t have time? You would no longer need to support us, for you would have lots of money.

LEILA: (SARCASTICALLY)

And money truly is the key to happiness.

DAD: (JOYFULLY)

At last you have realised!

 

SCENE 13: INT/EXT. LEILA’S HOUSE (AFTERNOON)

‘SING’ BY TRAVIS PLAYS FROM DARREN’S GHETTOBLASTER AS HE CARRIES IT DOWN WARWICK STREET. HE THEN STOPS OUTSIDE LEILA’S WINDOW AND STARTS SINGING VERY BADLY. HE SINGS ADAPTED LYRICS ALONG TO THE TRACK:

“Wish I was Singh, Singh, Singh

Singh, Si-ingh Si-ingh Si-ingh

For the love I bring won’t mean a thing

Till I’m a Singh, Si-ingh Si-ingh Si-ingh.”

LEILA APPEARS AT HER OPEN BEDROOM WINDOW HALFWAY THROUGH AND LISTENS TO HIM DISBELIEVINGLY.

LEILA:

Darren! What the hell are you doing? Are you in pain?

WE THEN SEE LEILA’S DAD COMING UP CAUTIOUSLY BEHIND LEILA IN HER BEDROOM, PEERING OVER HER SHOULDER AT DARREN.

DAD:

Leila, who is this man?

LEILA:

Just some weirdo trying to sell us a stereo. Don’t worry, I’ll get rid of him.

DARREN:

Is your father a thief?

DAD: (FIERCELY)

You will not rope me into your illegal activities!

DARREN:

I just wondered how he stole the stars from the sky and put –

LEILA:

– and I’ll put my fists in your eyes if you don’t shut up and piss off.

DARREN: (DESPERATELY)

Just tell me – is there a funeral in heaven tonight?

DAD: (WARILY)

Maybe he is a Jehovah’s Witness?

DARREN:

Because they seem to be missing an angel.

LEILA’S FATHER WALKS FORWARD AND LEANS OUT OF THE WINDOW

DAD: (ANGRILY)

Trying to fill my daughter’s head with Christian nonsense! Get out of my street or I will call the police!

DARREN LOOKS HURT AND BEWILDERED

LEILA:

Er, Dad, he lives in our street. Look, I’ll deal with him, you go and check that the rogan josh isn’t burning.

LEILA’S DAD GIVES DARREN AN EVIL LOOK AND WALKS OUT OF THE ROOM MUTTERING TO HIMSELF.

DARREN:

He doesn’t like me, does he? Is it because I’m not a Singh?

LEILA:

No, you fool, it’s because you’re standing on our front lawn with a ghettoblaster making a prat of yourself.

DARREN:

I don’t care if you think I’m mad. I love you Leila, I love your wit and your beauty and I know I could make you happy.

LEILA:

Delusion is a tragic thing.

DARREN:

Maybe you should ask your mate Amrit what she thinks of me. You might be surprised.

LEILA: (SNAPPING)

I doubt it! I can’t believe you’re expecting me to fall at your feet, serenading me and using what you don’t seem to realise are the lamest, most decrepit chat-up lines since ‘do you come here often?’, when in actual fact you’re the slimiest, least selective man I’ve ever met.

DARREN: (SHOCKED AND DISBELIEVING)

What? What have I done to make you think that?

LEILA: (LIPS SET GRIMLY IN THIN LINE)

I saw you looking cosy with Amrit at lunch time.

DARREN: (GAZES AT HER, MOUTH OPEN, AGHAST, THEN PUTS HEAD IN HANDS)

Oh Leila… you don’t think I fancy her, do you? I only met up with her as I wanted to ask her about your culture and what the best way was to woo you.

LEILA:

Oh really. And you expect me to believe that, do you?

DARREN:

Look, I don’t expect you to, but it’s true. And I don’t mind if you don’t get with me yet, just as long as you don’t marry this other bloke.

LEILA: (SIGHING)

He might not even want to marry me. Thought of that?

DARREN:

Why wouldn’t he? Just the thought of you with him makes me feel awful. You look like Rapunzel up there. I should ask you to let down your hair, then I could climb up and rescue you.

LEILA LOOKS AT HIM THOUGHTFULLY.

LEILA:

I can’t believe I’m saying this, but… actually, maybe you can rescue me. It’s worth a try. You might be able to help me get out of this whole thing with Devinder Brar.

DARREN: (BEMUSEDLY, TO HIMSELF)

Brar? (TO LEILA). Well yeah, sure… what do you want me to do?

LEILA:

Um… well, you could intercept him before he gets here and tell him something to put him off me. Let’s see… what would put him off? (CLAPS HER HANDS) That’s it! You’ve got to tell him I’m promiscuous.

DARREN: (DOUBTFULLY)

Is he going to believe that of you, do you reckon?

LEILA:

Oh, I’ll play up to it in the house. But I won’t be able to ham it up too much, because of my parents. So you’ll have to suggest to him first that he won’t be getting a virgin bride – that, in fact, I’m the very opposite. Now he’ll be coming down the road at around seven o’clock.

DARREN:

Great! Don’t worry, you just leave it all to me.

 

SCENE 14: EXT. WARWICK STREET (EVENING)

DARREN, DEAN AND WAYNE ARE CROUCHED BEHIND A PARKED CAR, PEERING OUT, WAITING FOR DEVINDER TO ARRIVE.

WAYNE:

He’s overweight, right? So we’re waiting for a… padded Brar.

DEAN:

He can’t be very fit then. Obviously he’s not a… sports Brar.

DARREN:

All right, that’s enough bra jokes. God, I won’t be able to say his name now, I’ll laugh. I’ll have to think of a new opening line.

DEAN:

Look, I think this is him!

DEVINDER BRAR’S MERCEDES PULLS UP AND HE GETS OUT, LOOKING VERY PLEASED WITH HIMSELF, STRAIGHTENING UP HIS SHARP SUIT. DARREN, DEAN AND WAYNE RUN UP TO HIM.

DARREN:

Excuse me, but are you going to see the Kaurs?

DEVINDER: (R.P. ACCENT)

Oh, are they in town? No, I think I’ll wait for the Lighthouse Family.

DARREN:

Er, I mean, are you going to see Leila at number 48?

DEVINDER:

Ah yes, the Singhs. Why didn’t you say?

DARREN:

Her name’s Kaur isn’t it? Leila Kaur?

DEVINDER:

Of course, my dear English fellow.  But her father is called Singh, so they are the Singhs. Must always take the man’s name, you know, we reign supreme eh?

DARREN: (CLEARS HIS THROAT)

Right. You’ve no doubt heard that Leila’s really beautiful.

DEVINDER: (PREOCCUPIED)

Beautiful, intelligent, chaste… I‘m very much looking forward to meeting her.

DARREN:

You might not want her to once you find out where she’s been.

DEVINDER:

Where?

DARREN:

Everywhere, with everyone. I’ve had her, me mates have had her…

DEAN AND WAYNE NOD EARNESTLY.  DEVINDER STARTS SMILING.

DEAN:

The lollipop man’s had her…

WAYNE

My cousin’s dog’s –

DARREN:

Wayne! 

DEVINDER IS NOW LAUGHING LOUDLY, TO DARREN’S SHOCK AND DISMAY.

DARREN:

What’s so funny? Wouldn’t you rather go where no man has gone before?

DEAN:

She’s hardly uncharted territory.

DARREN:

Used goods, mate. She’s a loose woman.

WAYNE:

She’s sampled every sausage in New-

DARREN:

WAYNE!

DEVINDER WIPES HIS EYES, WHICH HAVE WATERED WITH MIRTH, AND SIGHS, AMUSED.

DEVINDER:

My dear boy, do you seriously expect me to believe she would sleep with you? Surely you give me more credit than that?

DARREN:(AFFRONTED)

Why wouldn’t she?

DEVINDER:

Well, you’re nothing but a common lout! And you’ve proved it by trying to soil her reputation. I’ve heard great things about her chastity.

WAYNE:

Ah, nostalgia!

DEVINDER STARTS TO WALK AWAY.

DARREN:

No, wait! There’s something else you don’t know, something important –

DEVINDER TURNS ON HIS HEEL AND RAISES AN EYEBROW IN AMUSED, EXASPERATED FASHION.

DEVINDER:

What now? Has my ex-wife ‘had her’, perchance?

DARREN:

No, she’s… (HE PAUSES, THEN SAYS THE FIRST THING THAT COMES INTO HIS HEAD) She’s – bald.

DEVINDER:

Don’t be ridiculous!

DEAN:

Seriously, she is. Shinier dome than St. Paul’s. That beautiful hair’s a wig.

DEVINDER: (CHORTLING)

Well, so’s mine, so we’ll have something in common! Leila Kaur – bald and promiscuous? Look, I don’t know what mischief you’re up to, but I haven’t laughed so much in ages!

HE WALKS OFF DOWN THE ROAD. DARREN PUTS HIS HEAD IN HIS HANDS.

DEAN:

Blimey. I think we can say that our meeting with Mr. Brar was NOT an uplifting experience.

 

SCENE 15: INT. LEILA’S HOUSE (EVENING)

THE LIVING ROOM IS DECORATED OPULENTLY, CHANDELIERS AND ORNATE FURNITURE HAVING BEEN BROUGHT OUT FOR THE OCCASION. LEILA’S PARENTS ARE SITTING AROUND A SMALL COFFEE TABLE WHICH IS LADEN WITH FOOD. 

THE DOORBELL RINGS AND LEILA’S DAD GOES TO OPEN THE DOOR.

DAD:

Devinder! So glad you could make it.

DEVINDER:

The pleasure is all mine, Surinder. (KISSES MRS. KAUR) Mandeep, I must say you’re looking good enough to eat.

MUM: (GOES PINK WITH PLEASURE)

Thank you.

DAD:

Oh, you don’t want to eat her! (HE LAUGHS AND SHOWS DEVINDER THROUGH TO THE LOUNGE) Leila’s made lots of delicious food for you.

DEVINDER AND LEILA’S MUM CONVERSE WITH THEIR BACKS TO THE STAIRS. LEILA COMES DOWN THE STAIRS WEARING A TIGHT-FITTED, ALMOST RACY BLACK SARI. HER DAD WALKS UP TO HER.

DAD: (TO LEILA)

Why on earth aren’t you wearing the pink one? That looked far more elegant.

LEILA:

I just thought this one looked a bit more funereal.

DEVINDER STOPS TALKING AND LOOKS OVER AT LEILA.

DAD:

Well at least you’re not wearing that horrible yellow one.

DEVINDER LOOKS PERPLEXED, OVERHEARING THE COMMENT.

DAD:

And where’s that pretty flower you were going to wear?

LEILA’S FATHER WALKS LEILA OVER TO DEVINDER.

DAD:

Honestly, Leila would forget her hair if it wasn’t stuck on!

DEVINDER’S FACE CREASES IN PUZZLEMENT.

DAD:

Here she is, my lovely daughter. She has been so looking forward to meeting you.

LEILA SMILES A BIG FAKE SMILE AND HUGS DEVINDER A BIT TOO TIGHTLY FOR A BIT TOO LONG. DEVINDER LOOKS PLEASED BUT BEMUSED. EVERYONE SITS DOWN AROUND THE TABLE.

DAD:

So Devinder, did the journey up take you long?

DEVINDER:

Not at all, not at all. I came in my brand new Mercedes.

LEILA GIVES HIM A BIG WINK.

LEILA:

Well I hope you cleaned up afterwards.

DEVINDER: (NOT BELIEVING HIS EARS)

Pardon?

LEILA:

I said ‘Wow, new Mercedes, that’s really sexy and impressive.’

DEVINDER:

Yes, yes, I suppose it is. So Leila, I hear you spend your time soliciting?

LEILA: (GIVES HIM A SEXY LOOK)

I do. I find it very exciting.

DEVINDER:

It must be quite stressful though. Do you have a lot of responsibility there?

LEILA: (SMOULDERS AT HIM.)

I do, but I like the variety. I must say, I enjoy trying out different positions.

DEVINDER: (CONFUSED)

But of course, you relax on weekends.

LEILA: (STILL SMOULDERING)

Oh yes.  I love to let my hair down.

DEVINDER: (LOOKING A LITTLE PERTURBED)

Yes, I must say, your hair is beautiful. You must spend a lot of time looking after it.

LEILA: (SEXILY)

Oh no. It’s much more fun getting it messed up.

DEVINDER:

Gosh, most girls I know spend ages faffing with theirs. You’re not a typical Sikh, are you?

DAD: (ANXIOUSLY)

Oh, Leila is a very good girl.  She has never smoked or drunk in her life, and always did very well at school.

DEVINDER:

That’s what I like to hear.  I’d like to take her out and spoil her sometime.

LEILA: (WINKING DRAMATICALLY)

Too late for that, sunshine!

DAD: (SMILING AWKWARDLY)

Er…  well, we’re going to leave you two alone for a few minutes to talk.

DAD AND MUM LEAVE THE ROOM.

DEVINDER:

So what do you say? You can come down to London for a day and I’ll treat you to some gorgeous clothes.

LEILA SLIPS HER SARI DOWN A BIT AND POUTS AT HIM.

LEILA:

But don’t you think the best things in life come for free? I mean, as you might have heard, I’m very free with my affections. I’m not the sort of girl who would ask you to pay.

DEVINDER: (MISHEARING, WHISPERING TO HIMSELF)

Toupee? (COMPOSES HIMSELF.)

DEVINDER:

Right.  Erm… so Leila, you’ve probably heard that I run Kaur Blimey, which is a record label for Asian female singers. Which female singers are you into?  Dev Saroop Kaur perhaps, or Asha Bhosle?

LEILA:

Actually I like Sinead O’Connor.

DEVINDER: (NOW SERIOUSLY WONDERING IF LEILA IS  WEARING A WIG)

But… but my dear, I would barely call her female!

LEILA:

Why? Just because she’s bald? She’s reportedly had numerous liaisons with men while maintaining her religious beliefs, and I personally think find that idea very sexy. In fact, I’d say she’s something of a role model for me.

DEVINDER DRAWS IN HIS BREATH SHARPLY.

DEVINDER:

I must say, I’ve never come across a girl like you before.

LEILA: (LICKING HER LIPS LASCIVIOUSLY)

No? Well, you can later.

DEVINDER LOOKS SHOCKED AND FROWNS.  HE THEN TAKES OUT A HANDKERCHIEF AND MOPS HIS BROW.

DEVINDER: (GRAVELY)

Well. I must say, Leila, and I won’t mention this to your parents, but you said earlier that I might have heard that you were – er – free with your affections.  Well, I’m afraid I have. And while I will say that surprises and saddens me, I’m unusually liberal for a member of our community and, due to your great beauty, am prepared to overlook it – provided, of course that you change your ways after marriage.

SHOT OF LEILA’S MUM AND DAD HUNCHED DOWN TRYING TO LISTEN AT THE DOOR. THEY RUSH TO RE-ENTER THE ROOM.

DAD: (EXCITEDLY)

Marriage? What’s all this?

DEVINDER:

Surinder, I like your daughter very much. She is intelligent, and, more importantly, she is beautiful. I would like to ask for her hand in marriage.

LEILA:

Oh bollocks. (SHE NOW DROPS THE PROMISCUOUS ACT.)

MUM AND DAD: (IN UNISON)

This is fantastic! We are so happy.

DEVINDER: (COUGHS)

But first, there is just one thing. I do not believe that married couples should have any secrets from one another. There are all kinds of supposedly embarrassing things that one shouldn’t be ashamed of – for instance, I used to have a problem with my hair when I would go around for days with food in my beard.

LEILA AND HER MOTHER EXCHANGE REVOLTED GLANCES, WHILE LEILA’S DAD NODS SYMPATHETICALLY AND STROKES HIS OWN BEARD.

LEILA: (DRYLY)

Romance is not dead.

DEVINDER: (NOW DESPERATE TO FIND OUT ABOUT LEILA’S POSSIBLE WIG)

I am just telling you to illustrate a point. Have you… have you ever had any problems with hair?

LEILA:

What do you mean?

DEVINDER REACHES OVER AND CARESSES A LOCK OF LEILA’S HAIR, WHILE SHE TRIES TO PULL AWAY.

DEVINDER:

Your hair is so silky… it’s hard to believe it’s real.

LEILA:

So what – you think I’m wearing a wig or something?

DEVINDER:

No no of course not. (PAUSE). You’re not, are you?

LEILA: (SCATHINGLY)

Don’t judge me by your own standards.

DEVINDER MOVES CLOSER, AND GIVES LEILA’S HAIR A SMALL, TENTATIVE TUG.

DEVINDER:

Are you lying to me?

LEILA: (SLIGHTLY ALARMED NOW)

What’s wrong with you? Get off, you weirdo! (TRIES TO PULL AWAY, TO NO AVAIL.)

DEVINDER: (TWISTS HAIR AROUND HIS FINGERS, A DESPERATE LOOK ON HIS FACE)

I’m so sorry, but I have to do this…

DEVINDER CANNOT RESIST IT. HE GIVES THE LOCK OF LEILA’S HAIR IN HIS HAND A VIOLENT TUG.

LEILA: (SHRIEKING AT THE TOP OF HER VOICE)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!

A LOOK OF HORROR CROSSES DEVINDER’S FACE AS HE REALISES HIS MISTAKE.

DEVINDER: (SHOUTING, PURPLE IN THE FACE)

Oh Lord, please forgive me!

LEILA RUBS HER HEAD HARD.

DAD: (AGITATED)

Why on earth did you just pull my daughter’s hair?

DEVINDER: (FRANTICALLY)

I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I thought she was wearing a wig!

DAD: (URGENTLY)

What? Why did you think that?

DEVINDER: (MUDDLED)

Well, it was after I was told she’d shagged the lollipop man and the dog…. AIIEEEE!

DEVINDER FLEES, RUNNING OUT OF THE FRONT DOOR AT TOP SPEED, PURSUED BY A VERY ANGRY, VIOLENT LEILA’S DAD.

DAD:

Devinder? DEVINDEEEEER! (WE HEAR HIS VOICE CARRYING DOWN THE STREET.)

LEILA AND HER MOTHER ARE LEFT LOOKING AT EACH OTHER IN THE SITTING ROOM.

LEILA’S MUM:

Very strange man.

LEILA:

Yeah.

LEILA’S MUM: (MISERABLY)

No meeting pop stars.

LEILA:

No. Sorry about that.

LEILA’S MUM: (COMFORTINGLY)

Never mind.  I saw you tried hard to be attractive.  I am proud of you.

(SHE SMILES AT LEILA FONDLY.)

 

SCENE 16: EXT. WARWICK STREET (NIGHT)

LEILA STANDS AT THE OPEN FRONT DOOR AND LOOKS DOWN THE STREET, WAITING FOR HER DAD TO RETURN.  DARREN SEES HIS CHANCE AND RUNS UP THE DRIVE. 

DARREN: (EXCITEDLY)

Leila! We did it! We got rid of him.

LEILA:

Only just. I don’t remember telling you to tell him I was bald.

DARREN:

Yeah, but it worked, didn’t it?

LEILA: (SLIGHTLY OFFHAND)

It did. Thanks for that. But my dad’s about to come back any second, so…

DARREN: (PLEADINGLY)

Leila, you’re so lovely. And now you’re not going to marry Devinder… please will you go on a date with me?

LEILA CUPS HER CHIN IN HER HAND AS THOUGH SHE’S THINKING.

LEILA:

You never know, Darren. Maybe one day I will.

(THEY LOOK INTO EACH OTHER’S EYES.)

[Beat.]

LEILA:

But tonight, I’m washing my hair.

ENDS.

*

After I’d finished writing the first few scenes, I sent off the script to the BBC. Then I realised I hadn’t enclosed a CV as requested (not that I had much to put on a CV at the age of 21, but I thought I’d better include one anyhow) so I sent it off with the script again. This may have effectively have given me two chances, and it’s possible that I owe my entire writing career to the original oversight – though I only meant to obey the rules, not gain an advantage.

All the same, I had a good feeling about it, which turned out to be correct. I soon received an invitation to a full week at BBC Television Centre in White City, in which the ten shortlisted writers would bring our full 30-minute scripts along and read them out in front of successful comedy writers and producers including Mark Gatiss and Jeremy Dyson (The League of Gentlemen), Graham Linehan (Father Ted, Big Train), Paul Mayhew Archer (Two Pints, My Hero) and Beryl Vertue (Men Behaving Badly, Coupling).

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It was brutal – our scripts were ripped to shreds. I remember wandering round the BBC cafeteria in tears after my reading. The week had been quite fun – all the writers got on well, despite being in a competition scenario, and I remember us having a real laugh together. One day in a break, for some reason probably best known to ourselves, we all thought up Shakespeare porn film titles (Tight-Arse Androgynous; Two Gentlemen In Verona; The Merchant of Penis; etc etc). But despite the fun and games, it was clear to me that my journey was over.

We were told to go away, rewrite our scripts and send them back in. Three scripts would then be selected out of the ten for the final stage.

Convinced that they hated my script, I declined to rewrite it. I then got a call from the Head of Comedy Development, asking where my script was. Confused but pleased, I quickly rewrote and submitted it.

Hyde and Sikh was then chosen as one of the final three scripts, along with a sitcom by Daniel Peak (who would go on to write for Two Pints, My Hero and a billion other programmes) as well as one by Tom Phillips (@flashboy on Twitter, who would go on to be a top journalist at Buzzfeed and write bestselling books). They were both white male Oxbridge graduates, so I felt pleased that I’d made it into the top three, given that I was a mixed-race Asian female graduate from the not-very-prestigious University of Westminster.

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I’d turned 22 and started my MA in Scriptwriting at Goldsmiths by the time the scripts were staged at RADA in a showcase that November. Daniel, Tom and I spent another week in central London with the cast and director of our scripts. They’d got none other than Archie Panjabi (now an Emmy-award-winning Hollywood actress and star of The Good Wife!) to star as Leila in mine, along with Kulvinder Ghir from Goodness Gracious Me as her dad (though he had to drop out after the first day, and was replaced).

I remember this week also being really difficult, because my script just wasn’t working on stage. Whether it was the script’s fault or whether it was because there was no chemistry between the lead actors, I’m not sure, but it left me in tears of frustration. They asked for a blurb for the show night booklet, and I thought I’d be sidelined for being inexperienced, so pretended I’d been writing my show since I’d had the idea for it a year previously. (By the time I’d left school when I was 16, I’d had a couple of not-very-close friends, so I included ‘making them laugh’ in the blurb.)

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My fears about the play were realised, and the performance of my script was a total humiliation. I basically cringed all the way through it, and then went out with the rest of the team and got paralytically drunk! I felt so ill the next day that I’ve barely drunk alcohol since. 

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Daniel’s script, which was undeniably brilliant, won the showcase, and a pilot of it appeared on BBC Choice (which was later renamed BBC3). Daniel went on to have another of his sitcoms, Big Top, made into a series and televised on BBC1.

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Tom and I were joint runners-up, and each got £1,000. At some point in that year, Tom came round my house and we played tennis in Pinner! His sequel to his bestselling book Humans is out in September.

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As for me, I went on to write for BBC comedy shows including My Family, Two Pints of Lager and a Packet of Crisps, The Story of Tracy Beaker and Space Pirates. 

I would go on to grow very disillusioned with the TV scriptwriting process, and leave television for journalism in 2008. But that, as I always say, is another story.

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The time I came runner-up in a BBC sitcom award (part 2)

If you haven’t read yesterday’s post yet, please do that first.

To recap: I’d written a script called Hyde & Sikh for a BBC sitcom writing contest, aged 21. My sassy Asian main character Leila has just been told by her very traditional Indian dad that he’s found a suitor for her. She is outraged and determined never to have an arranged marriage. To make matters worse, a sexist builder called Darren has just chatted her up at the bus stop…

Here’s the next part:

 

SCENE 3:  INT. GRIMP & GRIMP SOLICITORS’ OFFICE (DAY)

 LEILA ENTERS WORK AND WALKS INTO HER OFFICE, WHICH SHE SHARES WITH HER COLLEAGUE AMRIT. LEILA’S HALF OF THE OFFICE IS TIDY AND SPOTLESS, WHILE AMRIT’S IS BURIED UNDER MOUNTAINS OF PAPERWORK. AMRIT IS SHORT AND VERY OVERWEIGHT, AND WEARS GARISH CLOTHES THAT EXPOSE HER HUGE BOSOM TO FULL EFFECT. SHE IS SLUMPED OVER HER DESK, LOOKING THE WORSE FOR WEAR, GROPING BLINDLY AMONGST THE PAPERS.

LEILA:

Amrit! What happened to you?

AMRIT: (SLURRING)

Lasnite. Drunk too mush.

LEILA:

Look at the state of you! You’re meant to be a paralegal, not paralytic.

AMRIT: (LOOKING UP BLEARILY)

Got a hangover, innit?

LEILA:

Innit? Isn’t it what? Shocking that you’ve failed to grasp basic English?

AMRIT:

What d’you mean?

LEILA: (SLOWLY AND LOUDLY)

Where’s your grammar?

AMRIT:

She’s in Nottingham. Mr Grimp’s gonna kill me – I can’t find that bloody affidavit. I know it’s here somewhere.

LEILA:

Of course it is, everything’s here somewhere. You could probably find Bin Laden in here somewhere if you looked hard enough! [Very topical joke in 2002, sadly not in 2019.]

AMRIT:

Mmm. Come to think of it, he’s quite fit.

LEILA:

Amrit! Ugh!

AMRIT:

You hate all blokes though. (SUDDENLY LOOKS ALERT.) Which reminds me – who was that hunky bloke you were with this morning?

LEILA: (FEIGNING INNOCENCE)

Who?

AMRIT:

Oh, you don’t have to lie to me. Auntiegee gave me a lift into work and we passed the bus stop. We both saw you talking to him.

LEILA:

You appear to have confused ‘talking’ with ‘pest control’. You could have stopped to rescue me.

AMRIT:

I didn’t want to disturb you. So you didn’t fancy him then?

LEILA:

No, he was a total Newark.

AMRIT: (BEMUSED)

But he’s gorgeous, isn’t he? If you aren’t interested, I am. Marks out of two?  I’d give him one!

LEILA:

Amrit! You wouldn’t like it if some sexist idiot said that about you.

AMRIT:

I would. Well, I’d like the chance to find out. What was his name?

LEILA:

Darren, I think.

AMRIT: (MAKING A MENTAL NOTE)

Darren. So you definitely don’t fancy him?

LEILA:

No! (COUGHS). I mean, he’s not totally unattractive, but… no, of course not.

AMRIT:

That’s good – you’d be in for so much hassle if you did.

LEILA:

Yeah. Speaking of which, my Dad started making some noises about arrangements this morning. I couldn’t believe it. After all I’ve said…

AMRIT: (SITTING BOLT UPRIGHT, GOGGLE-EYED)

Seriously? What did you do?

LEILA:

What do you think I did? Said ‘alright then’? I told him where to go!

AMRIT:

I just don’t understand you sometimes. You don’t even want to meet anyone.  And I can’t believe you’re not curious about sex.

LEILA:

Of course I’m not. Sex involves men – it’s bound to be crap.

AMRIT:

You’re turning into the Asian Ann Widdecombe. Next you’ll be saying you’d prefer a nice cup of Darjeeling.

LEILA:

It’s better than alcohol. You shouldn’t drink so much. Alcohol only exists so ugly men can have sex.

AMRIT:

And ugly girls. It’s alright for you, you can have anyone you want. I only get introduced to old men, guys with BO and blokes who want a passport.

LEILA:

Amrit! You haven’t been dating the clients!

 

SCENE 4: EXT. THE BUILDING SITE (DAY)

 DARREN AND HIS WORKMATES DEAN AND WAYNE ARE ON THEIR LUNCH BREAK, SITTING ON A WALL DRINKING CUPS OF TEA AND SMOKING. A GIRL IN A SHORT SKIRT WALKS PAST AND DEAN AND WAYNE WOLF WHISTLE APPRECIATIVELY. THE GIRL SMILES AT DARREN, BUT HE TAKES NO NOTICE.

DEAN [to DARREN]:

What’s up with you? You haven’t leered at a single bird today.

WAYNE:

Or a married one, come to that. You could have been in there. Are you not feeling well or something?

DARREN:

Don’t laugh fellas, but I think I’m in love. I met this gorgeous Asian bird today, absolutely stunning. Her name’s Leila, and she’s all I can think about. But I don’t think she’s allowed to see blokes who aren’t Sikh.

WAYNE:

Why, is she a doctor?

DARREN:

Nah mate, seek, seek. You know, she’s one of them girls who’s got hair down to their arse.

WAYNE:

Oh, right. Just as long as it’s not growing down her back.

DEAN:

Where did you meet her?

DARREN:

At the bus stop outside her house. She lives at number 48.

DEAN:

Well, be there again same time tomorrow morning. Tell her she’s beautiful and ask her what she’s doing Saturday night. The worst she can do is say no.

DARREN:

That’s the least she’ll do. People must ask her out all the time. It’ll take a lot more than that to win her over.

WAYNE:

Tell you what, give me them crisps and I’ll let you in on some of my fail-safe chat up lines.

DARREN: (UNSURE)

Mmm. Go on then. (TOSSES WAYNE THE CRISPS.)

WAYNE OPENS THE PACKET AND PUTS ONE IN HIS MOUTH.

WAYNE: (LOOKING DOUBTFULLY AT THE PACKET)

Curry flavour?

DARREN: (SHRUGGING)

It’s a start…

 

SCENE 5:  EXT. STREET LEADING UP TO ITALIAN CAFE (DAY)

AMRIT AND LEILA LEAVE THE OFFICE AND WALK DOWN THE STREET IN ORDER TO GET LUNCH. THEY ENTER A CAFE, WHICH IS A GRUBBY ITALIAN WITH BOOTHS AND FORMICA TABLES. A WAITER STANDS BEHIND THE TILL.

WAITER: (TO LEILA)

Ciao, bella!

LEILA ROLLS HER EYES UPWARDS.

AMRIT:

Her name’s Leila, not Bella.

WAITER: (TRYING TO EXPLAIN TO AMRIT IN BROKEN ENGLISH)

No, I say… ‘You’re beautiful.’

AMRIT: (BEAMING AND PULLING DOWN HER TOP TO SHOW MORE CLEAVAGE)

Ooh, thank you!

WAITER LOOKS A BIT FRIGHTENED.

LEILA:

I’ll have a prawn mayonnaise ciabatta please.

AMRIT:

Egg and chips for me.

SUDDENLY LEILA SPIES DARREN IN ONE OF THE BOOTHS AND FLATTENS HERSELF AGAINST THE SWING DOORS SO HE CAN’T SEE HER.

LEILA: (HISSING)

I have to leave!

AMRIT:

Give it a chance. You probably won’t get food poisoning.

LEILA:

No – I’ve just seen Darren over there!

AMRIT:

Where? Where? 

 SHE STARTS CRANING HER NECK ROUND TO SEE IF SHE CAN SPOT HIM.

LEILA:

Shut up and stop it! Don’t look at him. And don’t you dare talk to him. I’m going back to the office now – you get the food and come straight back, okay?  Promise?

AMRIT: (PUTTING ON AN INNOCENT, WIDE-EYED LOOK)

Of course. What else would I do?

 LEILA LEAVES.  AMRIT MAKES COMPLETELY SURE THAT SHE’S GONE, THEN MARCHES STRAIGHT OVER TO THE BOYS’ TABLE AND EYES UP DARREN HOPEFULLY FROM A DISTANCE OF ABOUT TWO METRES. THEY STARE AT HER GARISH TOP AND MAKEUP IN DISBELIEF.

WAYNE: (SARCASTICALLY, NOT LOUDLY ENOUGH FOR AMRIT TO HEAR)

Phwoarr! Another eight pints and I’ll be right in there!

DARREN:

Don’t be so horrible.  She’s probably very nice inside.

WAYNE: (SURVEYING AMRIT’S RATHER EXPANSIVE GIRTH)

Yeah, but you’d have to dig through a lot to get there. Is that Leila? Don’t fancy yours much!

AMRIT HEARS HIM AND TURNS BRIGHT RED.

AMRIT: (HOTLY)

I’m Leila’s best friend actually, so anything you say can and might well get back to her.

DARREN SITS BOLT UPRIGHT, SHOCKED.

DARREN: (HASTILY)

Oh, Wayne’s only joking. He always says the opposite of what he means. I’m Darren, Darren Hyde, this is Dean and this is Wayne (GESTICULATES AT THEM RESPECTIVELY.) You’re Leila’s best friend then?

AMRIT:

Yeah, known her since primary school.

WAYNE:

Then maybe you can tell us why she’s so up herself.

AMRIT GIGGLES DISLOYALLY.

DEAN:

He means, why was she so snarky with Darren when he asked her out?

AMRIT:

God, did he? Oh, she’d never go out with an English boy, her father wouldn’t let her.

DARREN:

If she did, would he send her back where she came from?

AMRIT:

What, Newark General Hospital?

DARREN:

Eh? No, um, Asia.

AMRIT: (SHAKES HER HEAD PITYINGLY)

You clearly don’t understand much about our background, do you? But I’d be happy to teach you about it over coffee sometime. (SHE WINKS IN WHAT SHE HOPES IS A SEXY FASHION.)

DARREN: (RECOILING IN HORROR)

Er, no you’re alright.

AMRIT: (SHRUGS, CLEARLY PUT OUT)

Suit yourself.

DEAN: (LEANS OVER TO DARREN AND HISSES INTO HIS EAR)

What are you doing, man? If she’s Leila’s best mate, she can fill you in on her background and parents a bit, and you can work out the best plan of attack.

DARREN: (HISSING BACK TO DEAN)

Alright, if I have to. (NOW SPEAKS TO AMRIT.) Er, actually, coffee sounds… good.

AMRIT: (BEAMING ONCE MORE)

Brilliant. My name’s Amrit by the way, and you can meet me here tomorrow at 1pm, just you and me (GLARES AT WAYNE). Then we can have a nice long chat.

AMRIT WADDLES OFF, COLLECTS THE TAKEAWAY AND LEAVES, AS DEAN AND WAYNE START LAUGHING AGAIN.

WAYNE:

I think you’re in there, mate.

DARREN: (PUTTING HIS HEAD IN HIS HANDS)

Oh God.

 

SCENE 6: INT. LEILA’S HOUSE (EVENING)

LEILA ARRIVES HOME FROM WORK TO HAVE HER FATHER GREET HER EXCITEDLY AT THE DOOR.

DAD:

Hello Leila.  How was work?

LEILA:

Oh, wildly exciting. I had a Mr. P. Niss wanting to change his name by deed poll, a 93-year-old demanding a divorce so he could marry an 18-year-old, and a couple fighting over custody of a hamster.

DAD: (SMILING, NOT UNDERSTANDING)

Very nice. And did you make much money?

LEILA: (SIGHING)

No Dad, we have this conversation every day. I make money for the company, not for myself.

DAD:

Well, soon you could have more money than you ever thought. (HE SMILES A PROUD, KNOWING SMILE AND PRODUCES A PHOTO OF A VERY LARGE, UGLY ELDERLY ASIAN MAN, WHICH HE HOLDS UP IN FRONT OF LEILA.)

LEILA:

Great. It’s the Sikh Jabba the Hut.

DAD:

Nay, nay, Leila. Do you not know him? He is a very successful businessman, millionaire, very educated. His name is Devinder Brar, he is a music mogul, and he wants to be introduced to you! He is coming to meet you on Saturday.

LEILA: (DISBELIEVINGLY)

Sorry, is it April Fools’ Day? Or am I merely hallucinating? Forgive me, but I thought you just said you were setting me up on a blind date with some fat old man.

DAD:

Yes, I know – I cannot believe how lucky we are either!

LEILA:

Dad, have you forgotten all those conversations we had? You know, the ones where I told you I was never, ever getting paired off with some random bloke, no matter what people are going to think? You said you understood.

DAD:

But you are older now, and back then there wasn’t anybody suitable.

LEILA:

You mean, there wasn’t anybody rich. You know yourself that the scriptures say you’re not supposed to even consider money.

DAD:

No, I know, but… Leila, since business has been so bad, you know how much we’ve had to struggle. And now if it all goes well with Devinder, we can all be secure.

LEILA SIGHS AND FLOUNCES OUT.

 

SCENE 7: EXT. THE BUS STOP (DAY)

DARREN IS WAITING AT THE BUS STOP WHEN LEILA ARRIVES.

DARREN:

Leila! How’s tricks?

LEILA:

Sadly I haven’t yet figured out the one where I make you disappear.

DARREN:

Er, right. Listen, you look amazing, but a bit tired. That could be because you’ve been running through my mind all night.

LEILA:

Couldn’t find any signs of life though.

DARREN:

I know you probably don’t have dreams about me, but I wanted you to know –

LEILA: (INTERRUPTING)

On the contrary, I had a fantastic dream about you just last night. You were standing right there…

(SHE POINTS INTO THE ROAD)

…and the bus came.

DARREN: (EARNESTLY)

Seriously Leila, jokes aside, I really like you. I know you’re Sikh and I’m not. I know you’re brown and I’m white, but I wouldn’t care if we were green and purple. I have a very open mind.

LEILA:

That must be how your intelligence left your brain.

DARREN:

I know I’m not the smartest and am quite ignorant about your religion. But I’m going to learn more about it. Do you speak Indian?

LEILA:

I don’t know. Do you speak British?

DARREN: (LOOKING VERY CONFUSED)

I suppose so. But what I really want to know is, what are you doing on Saturday night?

LEILA: (PUTTING HER HEAD IN HER HANDS)

If you ‘really want to know’, my potential husband is coming round. He’s never met me before. He is old and fat. As you can imagine, this does not fill me with joy.  However, my parents are really hard-up. My dad’s business isn’t going well, my mum’s disabled and we’re not doing too well on just my salary, and this man’s a millionaire and would sort all that out. Any ideas, Einstein?

DARREN:

You could have kids with me. I’d even wear a beard and turban, I’d learn Indian and convert.

LEILA:

I don’t think my religion would have you.

DARREN:

How do you find out? Is there an application form?

LEILA: (ROLLING EYES)

Darren, I commend your persistence, but I really don’t want a man.

DARREN: (PERPLEXED)

But Leila, I’ve waited all my life to meet you.I’m prepared to wait for you forever.

LEILA:

That’s fortunate, as that’s exactly what you’ll have to do. Isn’t this your bus?

BUS NUMBER 2 PULLS UP TO LET PASSENGERS OFF

DARREN: (SHRUGS)

Yeah, but I want to stay here and talk to you. It’s the highlight of my day.

BUS NUMBER 2 DEPARTS

LEILA:

What, above mixing concrete and laying bricks? Oh look, you should have taken your bus, ‘cause here’s mine. Goodbye.

SHE GETS ON THE BUS, LEAVING A DEJECTED LOOKING DARREN STANDING FORLORNLY AT THE BUS STOP.

Continued in part 3 tomorrow…

THE GREAT WEIGHT LOSS CHALLENGE!

Day 36

Me: 12st 5lbs (total loss in 35 days: 9.2lbs)

I went to a book launch with amazing catering last night and didn’t eat a thing. This makes me both sad and happy.

John: 14st 3.5lbs (total loss in 36 days: 4lbs)

John is stealthily plugging a book he wrote.

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The time I came runner-up in a BBC sitcom award (part 1)

In 2002, aged 21, I was waiting in a queue at HMV when I spotted a booklet at the tills for BBC Talent. It was an initiative designed to find new writing and presenting talent, and one of the contests was a comedy scriptwriting competition: the BBC Talent New Sitcom Writers’ Award.

I thought I was pretty funny, but had never written a script in my life. The BBC wanted applicants to send in the first few pages of a sitcom script, but I didn’t have one. Fine, I thought, with characteristic 21-year-old chutzpah: I’ll write one! I’d had a good run of luck in the previous few years – winning Miss Harrow and getting a First in my degree – and so I told myself it was worth entering, even if I didn’t get through.

I’d been staying with my religious Asian grandparents in Leicester the previous year. They’d had an arranged marriage when my nan was just 19, and I wondered what it would have been like to be forced to have one myself. Though it might not immediately seem like an ideal subject for a sitcom, I thought the idea of rebelling against such a marriage had comic potential. I’d considered writing about this idea since staying with my grandparents, but had been finishing my degree and hadn’t done anything about it.

I therefore began to create a family of sitcom characters. But I told myself I couldn’t write about a Zoroastrian family like my mum’s, ’cause who the hell had ever heard of Zoroastrians? Every time I mentioned being Zoroastrian to someone, they either asked ‘What-Austrian?’ or made a joke about Zorro!

So I decided to write about a different Asian religion, mainly so I could make a daft pun. My main character, a Punjabi girl called Leila, was a feminist who hated men (forgive me, fellow feminists, but I was young). She was being wooed by a builder called Darren Hyde, for the sole reason that I could then call my sitcom Hyde and Sikh. Again, I can only apologise…

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Anyhow, the premise each episode was that Leila’s parents would set her up with an Asian suitor, in the hopes that she would agree to an arranged marriage with him. She would then team up with the besotted and unreconstructed English builder Darren in order to scare off the suitor.

So I wrote the script according to the online template the BBC had provided. I found it again in the deepest recesses of my hard drive, and here it is!

HYDE & SIKH

Episode 1: ‘A Hairy Situation’

OUTLINE

Sassy Sikh girl verbally outwits besotted builder, parents and potential husbands alike.

SYNOPSIS

Leila Kaur is a 25-year-old Sikh solicitor living in Newark with her parents, who are trying to find her a suitable husband. Unfortunately Leila thinks men are pathetic, a view compounded by her biggest admirer Darren Hyde – an English builder who lives down her road. Darren is totally infatuated with Leila, and makes it his mission to intercept and thwart all the suitors who come to visit her.

SCENE 1: INT. LEILA’S HOUSE, 48 WARWICK STREET (MORNING)

LEILA COMES INTO THE KITCHEN, DRESSED READY FOR WORK. HER PARENTS ARE HAVING BREAKFAST. LEILA POURS HERSELF A GLASS OF WATER AND STARTS DRINKING IT.

LEILA’S DAD: (STRONG INDIAN ACCENT)

Hello my sweet flower. You are looking very beautiful this morning. How are you today?

LEILA: (SUSPICIOUSLY)

What do you want?

DAD: (SMILING)

I have some good news.

LEILA: (DRYLY)

Don’t tell me – you’re finally starting to understand the jokes on Goodness Gracious Me?

DAD: (SHAKING HIS HEAD AND ROLLING HIS EYES)

Nay. (GRINS SLYLY AND PROUDLY) I… have found a man.

LEILA: (COUGHING, SHOCKED)

Blimey. You’re having a midlife crisis? Don’t worry, it’s cool with me.

LEILA’S MUM (MRS. KAUR) IS SMILING AND NODDING IN HER WHEELCHAIR.

MUM: (IN A VERY STRONG INDIAN ACCENT)

Very nice man.

LEILA:

And Mum seems okay with it.

LEILA’S DAD LOOKS VERY SHOCKED AND BEWILDERED, AND THUMPS THE TABLE.

DAD:

No! I have found a man, for you!

LEILA CHOKES ON HER GLASS OF WATER, SPILLING IT EVERYWHERE.

LEILA: (SPLUTTERING)

What? Well… well you can just go and put him back where you found him! I’ve told you since I was thirteen, you’re not arranging anything with me. Goodbye!

SHE GRABS HER COAT AND STORMS OUT OF THE HOUSE, SLAMMING THE FRONT DOOR. HER DAD RUSHES AFTER HER AND REOPENS THE DOOR.

DAD: (YELLING)

Leila, come back here now!

SCENE 2: EXT. THE BUS STOP, WARWICK STREET (DAY)

LEILA STOMPS OUT OF HER HOUSE AND SITS ON THE BENCH AT THE BUS STOP A FEW DOORS DOWN. SIMULTANEOUSLY, DARREN HYDE STROLLS OUT OF HIS OWN HOUSE, WHISTLING, AND DOES A DOUBLE TAKE WHEN HE SEES LEILA. HE COMES AND SITS AT THE OTHER END OF THE BENCH, STILL GAWPING AT HER. LEILA TAKES ONE LOOK AT HIS SCRAGGY VEST, PAINT-SPATTERED CLOTHES AND LEER, AND MOVES RIGHT TO THE END OF THE SEATING ARRANGEMENT.

DARREN(WOLFWHISTLING)

Cor!

LEILA GIVES HIM A DISPARAGING LOOK.

DARREN:

Asian babe!

LEILA:

Earth is full. Go home.

DARREN LOOKS A BIT SHOCKED, THEN REGAINS HIS COMPOSURE.

DARREN:

Nah, they don’t have anyone as fit as you there.

LEILA:

No, not if you’re anything to go by.

DARREN LOOKS INDIGNANT, AND PUFFS HIMSELF UP.

DARREN:

I’m the sexiest bloke in Newark, I am.

LEILA:

Which reminds me, I must relocate.

DARREN:

And I own my own company.

LEILA:

Then why don’t you keep your own company?

DARREN:

I’m an entrepreneur, me. I have to make crucial decisions every day.

LEILA:

Let me guess: Daily Star or Daily Sport?

DARREN SIGHS, LOOKING PUT OUT.

DARREN:

You’re not impressed then?

LEILA:

How many times am I going to have to flush before you’ll go away?

DARREN:

Okay, okay, but just tell me one thing – where are you from?

LEILA: (GESTICULATING TO THEIR SURROUNDINGS)

What does it look like?

DARREN:

No, I mean really from.

LEILA: (ROLLING HER EYES)

Newark, you imbecile.

DARREN:

Right, yeh. It’s just that you’re so beautiful and exotic, and Newark, well… Newark’s the only town in England that’s an anagram of ‘wanker.’

LEILA:

You must feel very much at home.

DARREN: (SOUNDING HURT)

Come on, I was only asking.

LEILA: (RELENTING)

My family originate from the Punjab. I’m Sikh.

DARREN: (LOOKING HER UP AND DOWN)

You look alright to me.

LEILA STANDS UP TO SEE IF THE BUS IS COMING (CLOSE-UP ON EMPTY STREET), THEN SIGHS AND SITS DOWN AGAIN. 

DARREN(HOPEFULLY)

I heard a good Asian joke the other day.

LEILA: (SARCASTICALLY)

Now let’s see, would that be the one about the Asian lesbian called Mingita? Or the one about Asian people being so bad at football because every time they get a corner, they build a shop?

DARREN:

Nah, don’t worry love – I’m sexist, not racist.  I’m Darren by the way, of Darren Hyde Construction. I just moved into number 72, so you could say I’m right up your street.

LEILA:

Right up my nose, more like.

THE BUS COMES AND LEILA RAISES HER HAND TO STOP IT.

DARREN:

Wait… can I see you again?

LEILA:

Sure. Let me see, are you free…. never?

SHE FLICKS HER HAIR BACK HAUGHTILY AND GETS ON THE BUS.

Continued in Part 2 tomorrow…

THE GREAT WEIGHT LOSS CHALLENGE!

Day 35

Me: 12st 5lbs (total loss in 35 days: 9.2lbs)

I fell so far off the wagon last night that it rolled away into the distance. This week is a write-off dietwise – I have a book launch, lunch with a publisher and endless treats in the house for the eight-year-old. Will do much better soon.

John: 14st 3.25lbs (total loss in 35 days: 4.25lbs)

Go John!

This post has been made possible by my awesome Patreon supporters Peter Weilgony, Ricky Steer, Marc Alexander, Chris Birkett, John Fleming, Mary Clarke, Matthew Sylvester, Brian Engler, Jack Scanlan, Dave Nattriss, Musical Comedy Guide, Mark White, Lucy Spencer, Shane Jarvis, Graham Nunn, Emily Hill and Marcus P Knight.

They receive a whole host of exciting rewards in addition to this credit, including my secret never-published fiction and top secret photos! If you enjoyed this post, please support me on Patreon. 

Rewards start from just $1 a month, which is 85p in real money and gets you access to my weekly Patreon email. It’s like this blog, but EVEN BETTER!