Today, I walked past a small faded-grandeur Victorian hotel in an out-of-season south coast seaside town, and I genuinely thought to myself 'That would make a really good setting for a sitcom.' Well done me. Now I just need to get it written before some bastard steals the idea.
Monday, 28 February 2011
It was next to the corner shop, just opposite the prison.
Posted by John Finnemore at 4:34 pm
Labels: Stupidity - My Own
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Don't let them steal it John. Was the idea for Tv or radio?? I'm starting to sound suspicious now....
Maybe it could run to more than 12 episodes?
Sounds... brilliant!
Write it down quickly, before someone else does. The Internet is a senaky bastard, you know?
Any ideas for characters?
Best way to make sure no one steals the idea - post it to your blog! A crafty double bluff!
You are not wrong. It WAS a good idea.
Buck up though, I am sure that it wasn't a wholly original idea then either.
Is not rat, is pedigree Siberian hamster!
Here on the other side of the pond, we don't see some British actors as much as we should. However, thanks to showings of "Reggie Perrin" I have finally seen the magnificent Geoffrey Whitehead, who also features in the current repeat of "Cabin Pressure". Apart from his being outstandingly tall, I notice that he looks a lot more teddy-bearish than you would expect from his various radio performances. Now if I were to write a hotel sitcom, I might well cast Mr. W as the retired army type, although he might be surprisingly good as the proprietor...
How about a failing Seaside resort hotel run by a pleasant enough couple. She turns the hotel into a brothel to try and stay afloat and he is too innocent to notice. He just can't figure out why all of the locals have come to stay.
The tagline can be - When desperate measures call for hard times ...
The name of the hotel can be "The Seacock Inn"
She can take a recruitment trip to London to hire a new "cook" and two "maids".
She comes back with an experienced woman looking to retire to the seaside and two younger ladies. One never took to city living having been raised in a small village and the other wants to lay low for a while.
I fear I have begun to over think this ...
You wouldn't happen to have been in Brighton for the BBC Showcase would you?
If it was in Cromer, you just pinched my idea (which I had six years ago and have done absolutely nothing about)
Better yet - host a 12 part reality tv show in which you hold auditions for a local production of *that show* each one in a different faded Victorian south coast hotel. You could call it: Fawlty Tours.
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