Sitcom Club

Went to Sitcom Club t'other night. It's like a book club, but with sitcom writers, talking about sitcoms. We don't get to meet many people sitting at home writing words on a screen, so it's a nice chance to sit in a pub and bitch about how many shows we've each had rejected.

This time we had probably our biggest turn-out - 10 or 15 or so, including David Mitchell off of Mitchell & Webb and things, James Bachman, oh, and it's all down to Mr James Cary, off of my friends on Facebook, and writer of a variety of radio shows and all-round good egg.

This time we were discussing Allo Allo, and the BBC's alleged interest in bringing back that type of ensemble sitcom. Do they really want it? Do any of us really want to write it even if they do want it? I don't know that we reached any all-encompassing conclusion to any of these questions, but we did have fun saying "Good moaning" and "What a mistake-a da make-a" and "It is I, Leclerc" and "'tler!" and drinking and chatting.

It's been quite a week for name-dropping. David Mitchell on Monday evening. Nicholas Lyndhurst at the readthrough on Monday daytime. Johnny Vegas was at the gig I was at on Sunday (never met him before, seemed to enjoy my stuff). And I swear I saw the bloke from those French/English Renault adverts ("Eiffel Tower?"/"Blackpool Tower") waiting for a lift (or ascenseur) this mornin (ce matin).