Monday, 28 June 2010

We Really Must Stop Tweeting Like This.


So, many of you who followed me on Twitter (I think there was about 3,300 of you)now know that I have twittered my last twit, I mean tweet, and getting back to filling my days with doing what I’m paid for; writing comedy scripts for television.

I was disappointed to see some tweeters have an almost angry reaction to my departure, “how could you do this to us?”, “don’t you feel you owe us a better explanation?”, “you’re a cunt” (I quite enjoyed the last one).  Of course the flippant (and egotistical) side of me would have quoted my own line from Janey Yorke at the bull fight in series 2 of Benidorm, “it’s a free show, what are you gonna do? Ask for your money back?”.
I hope some enjoyed the “free show” aspect of me being on Twitter.  More importantly some of  the tweople with whom I interacted with on an almost daily (for some, hourly) basis hopefully enjoyed the ‘craic’ as much as I did.

I’ve never been one to do things by half and with my “all or nothing” attitude Twitter started to take up far too much of my time.  I had tried having a break from twitter but basically if my account was there I would always go back, then I’d piss away half the day writing random thoughts and posting pics of even more random people I’d seen in the street.  So for the same reason I don’t have cakes in my fridge, I no longer have a Twitter account (not that you were all making me fat of course but certainly lazy).
It was great fun but all good things must come to an end.  I don’t think I’ll be coming back to Twitter but I do want to keep in touch and I’ll be doing that with making these blog updates much more regular.  Certainly while I am in Spain I hope to treat this more like a diary; I really hope you’ll join me!
So for now, thanks for all your support and get out there and enjoy this sun! (Unless of course you are in Scotland as my firend Simon has just texted me to say it’s raining there!).
Remember Tweeters, as in the words of Al Martino, “This is just adios and not goodbye!”.

Sunday, 9 May 2010

How?



I’ve had a few tweets asking how I write my series Benidorm.  I mean, how I actually start writing an episode.  Sometimes I think I really wish I knew the answer to that question but let’s start at the very beginning (a very good place to start according to Dame Julie).

When I was first commissioned to write this series I was given what’s commonly known as a “blank” commission; that is to say I was asked to write a half hour narrative comedy on any subject that I liked with any type of characters I wanted.  Well first of all I had to ask what “narrative comedy” meant.  I may have earned a living from writing for the past few years (and hopefully will for a few more) but I left school with no formal qualifications and although I can hold my own (oooof) in conversations on most subjects, stuff like grammar and spelling etc have me completely dumbfounded.  I’ll often admit to not knowing the difference between a noun and a verb, most of the time people think I’m joking but although I have a love of words it is in the context of making people laugh, the construction of a joke, nothing more.  OK, I’ll come clean, I’m pretty sure an adjective is something that describes something rather than an actual thing; so does that mean the thing is the noun? It can’t be as simple as that… oh God, you see, I’m confusing myself now.   Anyway, I think after 2 series writing for The Catherine Tate Show and 3 series of Benidorm I’ve established I don’t need to know what an adverb or a pronoun is.

So in the beginning there was light.. I mean a scene which I wrote for two middle aged swingers.   The scene was set in a suburban house somewhere in the midlands which, by the time I got half way through the scene, I thought a little boring so I changed the setting to around a swimming pool.  Also all of the characters in the scene were equally as crazy so I decided to get rid of all the characters except the main two (Donald and Jacqueline) and replace the others with two posh characters who could then be appalled by the swingers antics.  So was born the first scene in a TV script.  I didn’t have a name for the show yet so as a working title I called it ‘Benidorm’ as an instantly recognisable destination for a Spanish package holiday – even though at the time of writing I’d never been there.  That first script just grew, I had no idea where the script was going but knew the swingers were secondary characters and the main characters would be a family, kind of in the style of The Royle Family but hopefully not a carbon copy.  As it turned out the other characters I imagined around the pool were so strong the script turned out to be an obvious ‘ensemble’  show but with the main family, “The Garvey’s”, very much at the heart of the piece.

As the story continued I had no idea how it was going to end.  I knew I had one story, the fact that the ‘posh’ couple were on the verge of breaking up, but apart from that I didn’t really have a clue where the episode was going.  It wasn’t until I started writing the last scene in the nightclubs ‘Neptunes’ (which at that point was called ‘The Red Lion’) that I realised there could be a much more dramatic reason for Chantelle to never take her coat off; more than just her being a very body conscience teenager.  So, I had my ending (Chantelle collapsing on the stage, her secret pregnancy revealed) and now there was only one thing to do; go back to the beginning.  Some very wise soul once said scripts aren’t written, they are re-written and although I never do more than three drafts for each script I’m not afraid to go back to the start and pull the thing apart.  The finished script was about 70 pages, way too long for an ITV half hour  (22mins 40secs aprox) but at that time I had no idea which channel (if any) was going to make the show.  Once the show had been bought by ITV1 (on the strength of 2 scripts, no cast attached at this stage) the show had to be cut by around a third.  I did this with the help of my then producer & friend Geoffrey Perkins who was great at suggesting which scenes should be cut, cut down or in some cases combined.

My method of working has kind of changed over the 3 series.  Now I sit down with my director and producer and we discuss what general subjects we could use or which characters could do with an interesting storyline.  After this quite often vague first meeting I sit in an office with Sandy (my director) and we pin index cards on the board with a very, very rough outline of what will happen in that episode; now split into 4 parts (as we now have the luxury of 1hr episodes).  These cards can have either very specific sentences or ridiculously ambiguous words on them “Donald – past wife?” etc.  Also between series Sandy and I go on location finding missions to Benidorm where we are guided by our fantastic locations manager Pere.  Great ideas or story lines have sprang from those tours notably, the waterfalls of Algar, the practice bull ring and Callossa town square (where I had the bizarre image flash into my mind of Madge in a popemobile – I know, very random that one).

Writing can be a very lonely business, although I talk about storylines with others it’s only me who writes the scripts and as this isn’t the profession I set out to do I often have periods of depression and lack of self confidence; what on earth qualifies me to write a TV show?  Me who doesn’t know the difference between a verb and a noun.  Don’t get me wrong, there are days when I finish a script and think it’s an absolute crime I have only been nominated for a BAFTA but never won one, or several.  And so continues the schitzophrenic madness of the ‘creative’; one day up, the other day down.  Hm, if it were only that balanced!
Finally, in my opinion, the most important part of writing comedy, as you asked, is you must feel you would be a fan of the show even if you didn’t write it.  Actually, bollocks to that, you MUST be a fan of your show even though you DO write it.  By that I don’t mean you should sit in a room laughing at your own jokes (although of course I do) but you mustn’t write something you hope will impress others.  Write for yourself.  Danny Kay said, “you can’t love the world until you’ve settled for yourself”.  I’ve just tried to re-write that quote with regards to laughter/laughing, it didn’t work.   I told you I wasn’t qualified for this job.  OK, I gotta go now.  I have a TV series to write.

Tuesday, 30 March 2010

May the 4th (Series) Go With You


So yes,  it’s true Benidorm has re-commissioned for an unstoppable 4th series (OK, maybe not unstoppable, it’s gonna stop at some point but not just yet).  And to add to the sun drenched Costa Blanca Bonanza of it all (why am I writing like this?  I haven’t read The Sun since they told us Sid Vicious was dead, or as my friend Siobhan’s Mum said “isn’t it terrible about that Sid Vigorous”)  we’re also giving you a one off Christmas Special as well.
So that’s  a Christmas at The Solana for 2010 (which we’ll be filming in the middle of Summer!) and a 6 part 1hr series for 2011.

Thank you so much for all your support, over the last 3 series, switching from half hour format to the full hour (inc ad breaks of course) was a decision that wasn’t made lightly, it was potentially a big risk but you all seemed to stick with it and the reaction has been amazing (and the DVD sales weren’t bad either!).
Series 4 is going to be slightly different, we’ll be meeting some NEW characters and we’ll be losing 3 or 4 of our regular cast.  All in the effort to move the show on a bit and keep your interest.

Also a quick word about my Twitter page, I’ve capped my followers at 3,000.  This is because I like to reply to as many supporters as possible and 3,000 seems a managable number (also it’s more fun for my lovely Beni-fans to belong to an EXCLUSIVE club!!!).   My Twitter account is locked which means I can control how many followers I accept, you can still ask to follow me and you’ll go in the queue.   At this moment of writing I have around 90 people in the follow-queue but don’t worry, I manage to offend at least 10 or 15 people a week so you won’t be waiting that long.

Right, I’d better go, I have seven hour long episodes of Benidorm to write before the Summer plus a NEW comedy series I’ve been commissioned to write (which I’ll tell you a bit of later in the year).  Shit a brick, that sounds impossible; oh well, from now on all I can do is put in as many man-hours  as I can (Ricky Martin – 2010) 

Saturday, 16 January 2010

Competition Time!

Benidorm DVD Box Set


To celebrate Benidorm being nominated for Best Comedy at The National Television Awards here is a competition to win a box set of Benidorm DVDs.

So for this LAST chance to win a complete Benidorm set of DVDs (series 1, series 2, Summer Special and series 3) just answer the following question:

Q: What is Derren Litten’s all time favourite film?

One entry per person, email your answer to derrenweb@gmail.com

IMPORTANT:  the subject of your email must read BENIDORM DVD COMPETITION

If t doesn’t them I’m afraid your entry will not count.  Competition closes 12pm on the day of The National Television Awards Wednesday 20th January 2010.

Good Luck!
There is STILL time to vote for Benidorm as Best Comedy for The National Television Awards!

20th Jan 2010
The answer was The Sting.
Congratulations to winner Susan Jackson  a DVD Box Set of Benidorm on it’s way to you.

Monday, 11 January 2010

Everyone's A Critic



I’ve just moved some pictures around in my office to make space to hang something new.  One of the frames I’ve moved onto a different wall is a copy of a BBC memo given to me by my late friend and producer Geoffrey Perkins.  Geoffrey was an amazing man and if you don’t know who he was I suggest you do a google search and see how someone managed to pack five lifetimes into 55 short years.  So one day Geoffrey and I were in his office, he’d just returned after retrieving my latest script of Benidorm from the printer in the main part of Tiger Aspect when and I commented on the copy of a BBC memo which hung on his wall.

“It’s a bit of a risk leaving me alone in your office, I always try and nick that memo off your wall but my coat is never big enough”, I joshed.

“Take it”, said Geoffrey

“No, don’t be silly, I was only joking” I backtracked.

“Honestly, I want you to have it, I don’t need it, I’ve got the original there”.

And there sure enough, slightly further along the wall was the original BBC memo, very well preserved but slightly askew, having been shoved into a 99p clip frame.

The missive in question wasn’t just any internal BBC memo from 1974 but one which, if it had been acted upon (by cancelling the series), would have changed the face of British television comedy history.  The series in question was called, “Fawlty Towers”.   Here it is in close up so you can see exactly what it says.  And hopefully the next time someone is critical about yourself or your work, remember, it’s just one person’s opinion.  And they ain’t necessarily right…




Wednesday, 6 January 2010

A Great Photo Shoot – And I Am Unanimous in That!

Mr Grainger (Derren Litten) & Mr Rumbold (Nicholas Smith)

It’s not every day you can say you stood on the floor of  Grace Brothers Department store with Miss Brahms, Mr Rumbold, Mr Lucas, young Mr Grace (and his nurses), Captain Peacock, Mr Humphries and the legendary Mrs Slocombe.  Actually I can’t say that either, Mr Humphries  and Captain Peacock couldn’t make it!  No, I haven’t been  at the free Zammaretto, I was taking part in a photo shoot to promote the Wendy Richard charity clothes sale at Selfridges later this month.
Wendy became a friend after she appeared in series 2 of Benidorm and since her sad passing John, her husband, and I have also remained good friends.  It was from John I got a phone call a few weeks ago to ask if I would play Mr Grainger in an Are You Being Served publicity shot with a couple of the original surviving cast and some of Wendy’s friends.  Being a dedicated, life-long AYBS fan I jumped at the chance and started practising my Mr Grainger rubber lipped grimace immediately.
As I got up at 7am this morning and looked out onto the carpet of snow  beneath I was worried that it might be called off and my chance to appear on the Grace Brothers floor would remain nothing but a childhood fantasy; so close to Mrs Slocombe’s pussy yet so far. But no, a car turned up at 7:30am and I was whisked off to a glamorous, secret location (a photographic studio in Parsons Green) where the infamous department store had been impressively recreated.
The only original cast member able to make it today was Nicholas Smith who had just returned from a 3 week tour of America giving television interviews and generally luxuriating in his  cult status as the fastidious Mr Rumbold. Sadly, Frank Thornton (Captain Peacock) couldn’t make it today but will be seemlessly slotted in as if by magic (OK, Photoshop) at a later date.  The other players in this one off “recreation” were Natalie Cassidy (Miss Brahms), James Alexandrou (Mr Lucas), Fern Britton (Mrs Slocombe), and Wendy’s husband John Burns (Young Mr Grace); oh, and some obscure comedy actor called Derek Lipton (or something like that).  Young Mr Grace was naturally flanked by two very ‘attentive’ nurses played by Fleur Bennet (Grace & Favour) and Niky Wardly (The Catherine Tate Show), again, both good freinds of Wendy.
The whole thing only took a couple of hours, it was short but memorable morning, one I’ll never forget and a real childhood ambition come true. As taxis started to arrive for everyone and John thanked us all for making the shoot possible he left with Lily (he and Wendy’s Cairn terrier) only stopping at the door to turn and congratulate us all in true Are You Being Served fashion, “You’ve all done very well!”
The Selfridges Wendy Richard Charity Sale will take place on Tuesday 19th January at 9:30am – 1pm.
The ‘Grace Brothers’ publicity shot & interviews will appear in The Mail on Sunday.


Sunday, 3 January 2010

BB or not BB, Is That The Question?


So it’s the last Celebrity Big Brother.  I can’t say I’m heartbroken.  I don’t think I’ve ever watched a full episode of CBB (or BB for that matter).  Of course I saw Vanessa Feltz doing her best Divine impersonation (sadly no dog poo involved), flipping out in a leopard skin coat and dark glasses, barking at Big Brother to “fuck off” while writing obscenities on a blackboard  and Michael Barrymore putting the final nails into his career coffin but I can’t say I’m a follower or fan of the show or that genre of television.

I think part of it is that the thought of celebrity has always slightly embarrassed me, actually what am I saying?  That’s not true at all.  When I was a kid I always assumed I would be famous one day and even at drama school I used to tell Catherine Tate I was baffled when I didn’t cause a sensation by walking onto a busy tube train.  Of course now it’s Catherine that would cause a sensation on a train and the relief of nobody knowing who I am (apart from an extremely small minority) is, for me, palpable.  I’m not sure what changed my attitude towards fame from presumption to abhorrence but I certainly know any feelings of revulsion as far as celebrity goes is increased tenfold by the shameless and almost inconceivable self promotion of the Celebrity Big Brother housemates.  The other thing about Big Brother is I don’t actually find it entertaining.  The bits I’ve ever watched  (celebrity or otherwise) have been either excruciatingly embarrassing or just boring.  But you can’t please all of the people all of the time and I know there is an audience for this show (or rather there was, this being the last series) and I don’t think any less of those who enjoy the show.  While on location one evening, filming for The Catherine Tate Show, I remember Una Stubbs turning to me between takes and asking me if I could find out who had been thrown out of the Big Brother House.  You see, you never know, “they walk among us” as a friend of mine used to say.

I went to see the brilliant Boy George in concert just before Christmas and I think I’ll leave the last wise words to him.  He had just found out that morning (astonishingly, by reading it on Twitter!) that the court had decided he was not allowed to participate in the last celebrity Big Brother as it would breach the conditions of his bail. “I was quite pleased when I made some phone calls and it was confirmed I couldn’t go into the Big Brother House,  after all, I’ve spent the last 48 years trying to avoid reality…”