I Used to Think I Couldn’t Write. So I Wrote a Script.
How a post-apocalyptic comedy script became the start of my next act (and why I’m learning to write out loud)
Right. So. I did a mad thing.
Not "joined a cult in Bali" mad, although, give me another bad week and who knows!
No, this time, I wrote an actual audio play. A 40-minute comedy. And I submitted it to the bloody BBC.
Yes. That BBC.
The one with David Attenborough, stern judges, and sound designers who can make a door creak feel like theatre.
They're running a worldwide competition — a proper one, international and all — and I decided, what the hell, let's throw my bra in the ring.
The play? It's called The Last Laundromat.
It's set in a post-apocalyptic world where humanity's just trying to get their knickers clean. It's weird. It's warm. It's got heart.
It's about finding connection in the rubble, one rinse cycle at a time.
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