My name is Sally Studio, renowned Hollywood scriptwriter, and I here to teach you how to pitch a movie to the big boys – the producers, directors, and keepers of those pearly celluloid movie gates. Firstly you need to have written a movie. That’s very important. Secondly it should either have explosions, a quippy dinosaur, … More How to Pitch a Movie to Hollywood!
1. Get a cool chin scar. 2. Forget I made this list. 3. Stop playing the “What Would Happen Next if this was a Horror Film?” game whenever I am alone at night 4. Learn to accept compliments by acknowledging each one with the words “I know right?”
Christmas Trees! Everythings red! Father Christmas! WHY WHY WHY? Christmas, an excuse to get drunk before lunch. And traditions. And farty sprout bums. And goodwill to all people. But mostly traditions. But why all these traditions? Is it because of the Christmas police, who burst through our doors every year, waving their batons and screaming … More Christmas Traditions – Why?
For Him: For Her: For Mum: For Nan: For Dad: For the kids:
Those cold winter nights are a-creeping in, and all you want is something warm and delicious in your belly. Why not try out my vege sausage suprise for your next dinner party or Christmas family gathering? it’s quick, easy and delicious, and will delight and suprise your guests.
Myself and Jade thought we were pretty clever when we decided to start exit flyering after Austentatious, (an improv Jane Austen show which is meant to be amazeballs and is regularly selling out), but now EVERYONE is flyering after Austentatious. There were 15 other flyerers there yesterday, and we all stood like zombies outside the … More Tales from the fringe: THE FINAL TALE
After the show yesterday a man threw 10p in coppers into my bucket. Followed by his friend who threw in 36p, and a third friend who threw in a £1. Now, maths wise that adds up to… dick all and it left me feeling pretty down (and hungry), especially after a particularly emotional show. It hurt. … More Tales from the Fringe 5
Hello dear readers In my first blog post regarding the Edinburgh fringe I mentioned flyering to an older lady who told me I was beautiful. Well, that old lady (circa bout your nans age) came to my show on Sunday evening, flyer in hand, excited to see the show. She sat in the front and asked … More Tales from the Fringe part 4