The sun is still baking in London, a breezy gentle heat, and after a day of gardening I seriously need to sort my tan situation out. You may think that gardening, being outside and having the joys of the sun and blue fluffy skies one would get a great tan, you do, however there are problems. I look like an overbaked sandwich, a Panini that hasn’t been flipped, from the back a gorgeous brown, from the front porcelain white and from the side a lovely zip looking line! It may be one of the most bizarre tan’s ever, a hazard of bending over herbaceous borders all day. 

I have been feeling highly creative today, more so than usual. My brain is a melting pot for idea’s, stories, plots. It always has been and from the earliest stages, even before I could write, I was creating my own drama’s with my farmyard sets, a dairy mutiny one day, escape of the pigs the next, I could keep myself happy for many many hours, perhaps this is how my inner hermit first began, shut away in my own little imaginative world for all those hours. 

For a couple of years now I’ve been gradually forming a black comedy drama in my head….the characters, principle layout, sets, stories, look…all subconsciously building into my own little world. An addict to the gaming phenomenon “Sims 2” I first thought of expressing this story through their videoing media but this simply wouldn’t do justice to what I can actually play out in my head and today I have thought that rather keeping it in my head I actually ought to write it down, perhaps even attempt to write the pilot and maybe, in a terrifying world, try and pitch it to someone at ITV (though this would be rather crap inducing and WAY to scary right now!). If one never tries then one will never know…so I guess I ought to just get my crap together and get on with it. Set around a physiatrists office the series would gradually see the introduction of key clients, phasing into their dramatically filled lives and that of the quirky and surreal psychiatrists leaving the viewer wondering who actually needed the help more, the clients or the professionals. Through differential means we would start to discover that each patient knew more about the others than they cared to admit, often ending in some embarrassing and dramatic admissions….whilst behind the scene’s the office workings went from the strange to the utterly bizarre. Obviously, sometimes what seems like a good idea in ones head is utter rubbish when it hits the paper so I will have to see what is left when I write a fleshed out script and define the characters more….but even if it goes nowhere…it’s a creative outlet that my brain is badly needing right now.