- Tuesday 14th November 2006, 12:37am [Edited]
- 511 posts
I've had a little idea for a sketch show and started to write some sketches for it. It was originally called "6 Degrees", however I've found out there's an American show coming out by the same name. Anyway, thats by the by. It plays on the idea of Six degrees of seperation, in that "anyone on Earth can be connected to any other person on the planet through a chain of acquaintances with no more than 5 intermediaries" - straight out of Wikipedia. The idea is that at least one character from the previous sketch appears in the next sketch. It doesn't have to follow as a story, but a chain through out each episode is created. You can trace a link from the first sketch to the last. Has this type of thing been done before? Here's an example of one of them (a 2 part sketch). It's written in the radio format, but not sure if thats the way I want to go.
F/X: SOUNDS OF A “GIRLS NIGHT IN” MUSIC PLAYING AND LOTS OF GIGGLING ETC
BECCA: And his cock was this big.
F/X: ALL THE GIRLS LAUGH HYSTERICALLY
BECCA: So anyway Em, how are things with you and your stalker at the moment?
EMMA: Absolutely useless. I haven’t seen hide nor hair of him for 2 or 3 weeks
CATH: Your Joking.
BECCA: Well that wasn’t very long was it?
EMMA: It couldn’t have been more than 3 days.
BECCA: My word.
EMMA: I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.
CATH: Things couldn’t be better with me and Mike at the moment.
BECCA: How longs that been Cath?
CATH: Coming up to 4 years now, and still seems just as fresh. For example, I was in the cinema the other night and he frightened the life out of me, he was sat 4 rows back. I didn’t have a clue he was there. Very un-nerving.
BECCA: Oorr, that’s lovely.
EMMA: What about you Becca?
BECCA: Yeah everything’s going great. Alan must have been following me for nearly 5 hours when I was shopping last Saturday. I could feel the skin crawling on the back of my neck you know?
CATH: He so old fashioned isn’t he?
BECCA: He is, I really like that, it’s like I feel like he’s there sometimes, even when he isn’t.
CATH: So Sweet.
EMMA: What do you think I’m doing wrong? Why can’t I keep a stalker?
CATH: Well, when Mike started stalking me, he was sooo timid. I really had to take him by the scruff the neck, literally. I had to go up to him the street, grab hold of him, and say , “Look, I don’t feel threatened. Your not frightening me at all” In the end I just gave him my address and told him to hang around outside my house for a bit, otherwise he may as well just forget it.
BECCA: You’ve got to be tough sometimes, you really do have to. Alan was the same, he used to hang around outside my work, and I knew it was me he was after. Anyway he went on like that for a month or so, and in the end I just said to him, “You better start phoning me and start breathing heavily down it, otherwise I’ll go and find a stalker who will.” I’m 28 years old, I’m not getting any younger. Anyway that night, I had fifteen silent phone calls. It was brilliant.
EMMA: I’m going to wear shorter skirts I think.
CATH: I don’t know, you already look pretty slutty. Next bite you get, just lay it on the line. You want him hanging around outside your house, you want anonymous flowers at work, and he better start lurking down dimly lit streets behind you, other wise you’ll go else where.
EMMA: Your right! I’m going to do it (SOUND OF EM GETTING UP TO LEAVE) Thanks girls, you’ve really helped me. Thanks bye.
F/X: SOUND OF EM LEAVING
CATH: She hasn’t a hope in hell.
Stalker Sketch Part 2
F/X: SOUNDS OF A BUSY BAR
BECCA: Cath, Cath! Hello, fancy meeting you here. On your own?
CATH: No, Mikes over there hiding behind a pillar.
BECCA: Oh, I see him. Do you mind if my stalker has a drink with him?
CATH: Not at all.
BECCA: Alan, ALAN! Go over there, over there behind the pillar. Get half a coke or something. Honestly.
CATH: So you keeping alright? Seen much of Em?
BECCA: No, haven’t you heard? You haven’t heard have you?
BECCA: She’s dead.
BECCA: Found face down in the canal, murdered.
CATH: Your kidding.
BECCA: Turns out she managed to get herself a stalker.
BECCA: Gods honest. It was him who did it, it was very rushed, only a couple of weeks. Met her in a park, next thing she knows, dead in a canal.
CATH: The lucky bitch! two weeks? And you thought romance was dead. (SHOUTING) Are you two listening behind that pillar? Eh? Two weeks and she’s face down in the canal. Why don’t you do anything nice like that for me Mike? Eh? Is it too much to ask for a bit of romance?
CATH: I always said she’d get a good man.
All criticism welcome. Except the really harsh ones, which I'll pretend not to read.