tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-192992962024-03-07T19:11:19.394+00:00Jamie MathiesonScreenwriter and former stand-upJamie Mathiesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328915630256424008noreply@blogger.comBlogger117125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19299296.post-17353693879954278862017-05-19T18:12:00.001+01:002017-05-19T18:12:28.783+01:00I Have A New Website<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Most of the meat of this blog has already been transferred over but it will remain here for a little while, like a sad old diner slowly peeling paint and losing customers since they opened the new freeway.<br />
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I think I hear bulldozers...<br />
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Jamie Mathiesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328915630256424008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19299296.post-59614579869811539162014-10-12T13:12:00.000+01:002014-10-12T13:12:02.011+01:00I Was A Teenage Computer<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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At the table read through for 'Mummy On
The Orient Express', several of the actors were unavailable due to
prior commitments. This meant that various staff members read in for
some of the roles. I was offered Quell or Moorhouse and declined.</div>
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I mean come on. The last time I acted
was in a school play. (Okay, so I was a stand up for six years, which
is <i>kind</i> of acting, in that every night you have to act as if
you <i>just</i> thought of your material, rather than the truth,
which is that you've repeated it so many times over the years that
it's been reduced to a series of syllables without meaning that
somehow get laughs.) But actually acting? Opposite The Doctor and
Clara? Unthinkable.</div>
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Ten minutes before the start, as we all
settled into our seats someone realised that the role of Gus the
computer wasn't cast. I was asked - did I want to cover it for the
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I said yes impulsively.</div>
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This wasn't really acting. Not really.
All I had to do was read the lines in as impassive a voice as I could
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So I did. And it was fun.</div>
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After the read through the Director and
Producer for the episode complimented me on my 'performance' and
asked me if I could record the lines for Gus to be played on set. I
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A few days later, I sat in front of my
laptop and tried to do just that. And I hated my nasal blocked
sounding voice so much I abandoned the project for about a week. At
which point I reasoned that, what the hell, I should do it anyway.
Everyone hates the sound of their own voice, don't they? This was a
chance to be heard on set during the recording of my first Doctor Who
episode. I would there with them all in spirit, the ghost in the
machine... and other pretentious guff.</div>
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So I rattled through recording all the
lines in about half an hour and e-mailed them in. I didn't even have
a proper mic. This was through the tiny hole in the side of my
laptop.</div>
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And then I started getting rushes
through. With my voice as the computer. Which was incredibly cool. I
even made it as far as full assemblies of the episode before some
nefarious pretender called John Sessions was employed to do it
'properly', whatever that means (joking of course. He is brilliant)
But for a few months there, I was the voice of Gus, my vaguely brummy
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I would never say 'Original and best'.
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Jamie Mathiesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328915630256424008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19299296.post-32821468670445391572014-10-11T22:14:00.002+01:002014-10-11T22:14:30.154+01:00Building A Better Mummy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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So the way it worked was this: Steven
Moffat gave me the title: 'Mummy On The Orient Express' and the idea
that this episode would be set in space. I went away and had a think
about it. And what I thought was this:
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A monster on a train in space is a
problem. Put bluntly: there's nowhere to hide it. As soon as someone
is found dead by monster, people will search the train. So where is
it hiding? Is it someone's alter ego, like Jekyll and Hyde? Is it
fading in and out of visibility? Is it a ghost? Does it assemble and
disassemble into snake like bandages? Do we set up arbitrary locking
points along the train? Does it walk <i>outside</i> the train in the
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All the possible solutions I thought of
felt a little meh, or made the passengers and the Doctor seem dumb
for not finding the mummy's hiding place in five seconds flat.</div>
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While tinkering with all the various
permutations of visibility and oblivious passengers, I started
thinking about what scares you as a child. Monsters, obviously. Under
the bed, in the closet, in the shadows. But also the idea that when
you run and tell your parents about the monster, they tell you that
there's nothing to be scared of. The monster isn't real. You were
imagining things. But you know you weren't. And your parents denial
of your monster makes it even scarier. <i>You are the only one who
can see it. You must face it alone.</i></div>
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That idea was in place in the first two
page rambling I submitted on the episode. The monster that can only
be seen by the intended victim. Other elements of the Foretold mythos
came and went. Some of them I hesitate to mention as they may find
their way into the DNA of future monsters (remember kids, use every
part of the buffalo) but certain off cuts are fun to disclose.</div>
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There was a beat where the Doctor
figured out how to reveal the Foretold, pulled a switch... and twenty
Foretold faded in.</div>
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There was the realisation that the only
way to beat the Foretold was to crash the train into a planet full of
things worse than them. Which kind of weakened the Foretold's scary
factor a little.</div>
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There was Clara seeing the Foretold,
and hiding inside the sarcophagus, which was then revealed as
actually being a Foretold making machine, wrapping her in bandages...</div>
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All fell away over time, simplifying
the narrative. The set piece of Quell's death was a favourite and we
realised that the timed deaths should be the crown jewels of the
episode, so more were added, of course culminating with The Doctor
finally seeing and beating the Foretold.</div>
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mummy to me has always seemed a bit of a poor cousin to the much
cooler vampire, werewolf and zombie, but if we've done our job well
this episode may go some way to redress that.</div>
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Jamie Mathiesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328915630256424008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19299296.post-36506702150853753612014-10-11T22:14:00.000+01:002014-10-11T22:14:05.948+01:00The Mummy's First Victim<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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There are only a few definite landmarks in my development as a
writer. The Singing Detective is a big one. I was sixteen years old
when I saw it and it's deft weaving of one man's memories and
fantasies rearranged the furniture in my head like an over enthused
lifestyle guru. It was funny, trippy, fiercely intelligent and
incredibly accomplished. It's impact was seismic and I am not alone
in this assessment. Many writers and creatives of my generation quote
it as a formative influence, (including Paul Wilmshurst, the director
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And now, twenty eight years after it aired, I am putting words in the
mouth of one of it's actors. Her name is Janet Henfrey and in The
Singing Detective she played the formidable school teacher that so
terrified the young Philip Marlow. She was marvelous then and she is marvelous now, playing Maisie's grandmother, the Mummy's first victim.<span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></div>
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made a point of approaching her at the readthrough to tell her how
happy I was that she had the role and how much The Singing Detective
had meant to me. I also made sure I was there on set on the day her scene was filmed. I stopped just short of saying that I was really
happy that she was my first Doctor Who kill. I didn't want to sound
too much like a serial killer. But the link to my personal journey as
a writer that she represents really makes me happy. Her character
dies in style and really sets the tone for both the monster and the
episode.</span></span></div>
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So...<span style="font-family: inherit;"> they quite liked the first script I delivered and
asked me if I'd like to write another. They quite liked that one too.
Then they decided to put them next to each other in the schedule as episodes 8 and 9.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">No pressure.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Obviously I can't say any more than that, I have checked and I am allowed to say YIPPEEE. Great honour times two. Thanks to everyone who voted for me. That's how it works isn't it?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I should also comment on the attached photo. It was taken during a Who story meeting in a room at the Beeb that just happened to have an old Tardis in the corner. That sort of thing happens there. I commented on it and was told it was a 'real' one used for filming during the Davison era. Mr Moffat mentioned rather glumly that the doors were locked. They'd already tried opening them...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I craned my neck and mentioned that it had no back...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Ten seconds later we were all straining to pull it away from the wall like removal men and giggling like children. I unlocked the door and the posing began.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">(As a side note, the t-shirt I am wearing is Johnny Alpha, Strontium Dog, from the pages of 2000AD, drawn by the inimitable Ezquerra. 2000AD REPRESENT!)</span><br />
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Jamie Mathiesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328915630256424008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19299296.post-90240735811813589052014-05-16T13:12:00.000+01:002014-05-16T13:12:32.968+01:00Frank Skinner In My Episode Of Doctor Who<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I was a stand up for a living for quite a few
years. When I was trying to figure out how to do it in 1996, his
first two stand up videos were part of my boot camp, so there is a
nice synchronicity for me to be writing lines for him to deliver
nearly twenty years later.</div>
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I haven't yet met him, but I'm sure that
when I do, no doubt on set, he'll say something nice like: 'I could
tell you were a stand up. From the rhythm of the jokes.' and I'll say
something self deprecating, and he'll say 'No, really. It's obvious.
You can tell when someone knows funny. And you know funny. Your stage
time really shows.' and I'll say something about that being high praise
indeed coming from him.</div>
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And we'll chat some more, like old friends
meeting again, our time on the circuit giving us a shared language, a
common bond. Soldiers from different fronts of the same war. The war
that every comedian fights – the war on sad faces.</div>
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And when we
finally part, we will be firm friends, with plans in place to meet
again and maybe work on something together. But then the number he
gave me doesn't work and when I try to reach him through his agent I
am given the runaround. But a friend of a friend knows where he lives
so I go and visit him and he explains that he gave me an old number.
And we laugh about the silly mistake and we hold hands and spin
around in a circle laughing until we get dizzy.</div>
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Yeah. I imagine that's pretty much how
it will go.</div>
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Jamie Mathiesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328915630256424008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19299296.post-33921183758821550332014-04-30T11:37:00.000+01:002014-04-30T11:37:25.996+01:00I Am Writing For Doctor Who<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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So for all the people who googled me
solely because of that fact, and ended up here, this is what you need
to know;
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I am forty four this year, which means that I
was five when the Tom Baker Doctor Who adventure Terror of the Zygons
first aired. I have a memory of it being utterly terrifying. And
strange. And wonderful. And too much for my tiny mind to deal with.</div>
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Out of pure fear, I then decided to
avoid Doctor Who for the rest of my childhood. I don't remember much
else clearly from the Tom Baker years. I vividly remember literally
hiding behind the sofa when the Daleks came on screen and <i>still
being able to see them in my head</i>.</div>
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I remember Weetabix releasing tie-in
Doctor Who cereal boxes and cards when I was seven. Their images are
burned indelibly into my mind. They evoke childhood to me in a way
that shows of the time never can. In many ways, my Doctor will always
be two dimensional and made of cardboard (a fact I truly hope is not
reflected in my work on the show).</div>
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Fast forward to 2014. I am writing for
the British institution, children's nightmare factory and infinite
narrative sand-pit that is Doctor Who. Which is an honour. And a joy.
And a huge pressure. And very, very cool. And a chance to shine in
front of the biggest audience I have ever had. (Or fall flat on my
face, but let's not dwell on that.)</div>
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And I am going to do my damnedest to
knock it out of the park. (I mean come on, if you don't go into
writing <i>anything</i> with that as your aim, you're not a writer.
With Doctor Who, that goes doubly so.)</div>
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A nice bonus of all of this is that I
am now the coolest Uncle in the world. To not only my niece and
nephew, but also to a bunch of my friend's kids. And I can finally
show them something I've written because it doesn't have any
swearsees or disemboweling.</div>
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Okay, maybe a little...</div>
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I am huge nerd in many ways but have
never really succumbed to buying action figures. I told myself that
if I got the Who gig, I'd buy me a couple. Just a couple.</div>
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As I sit writing this, on my desk I
have two Tardises, a Tom Baker, a Tennant, four daleks, a Davros and
a Matt Smith.</div>
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They're clustered around my keyboard.
Totemic artefacts of an ancient and wonderful phenomenon with a
voracious appetite for stories. And they watch me type. Awaiting the
arrival of new monsters, worlds and adventures.</div>
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And I open my screenwriting program and
I type: THE DOCTOR for the very first time. And I smile. And I put
words in his mouth. And I make him run. And think. And fight. And the
action figures look on, as another piece of their long never-ending
history slots into place.</div>
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I love my job.</div>
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Jamie Mathiesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328915630256424008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19299296.post-22304873208591814982014-01-28T12:46:00.000+00:002014-01-28T12:46:18.079+00:00Alt Is Coming<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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“There are thousands of worlds out there. All with a
version of you and a version of me. And someone is trying to kill us.
All of us…”</div>
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Imagine: that mate you dumped
months ago because he's a tool, rings you out of the blue and asks for
help. You go round and he's tripping. Banging on about parallel worlds
and killers with swords and you're not really listening to be honest.
And the next thing you know the world's changed. Literally changed. Your
girlfriend, who was kind of the love of your life, no longer even
recognises you. Dead relatives are suddenly alive again. And someone who
looks just like you is living your life. Badly.</div>
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E4 has commissioned a brand new
drama pilot ALT, (1X60’), written by Jamie Mathieson (Being Human, FAQ
About Time Travel) and directed by Ben Caron (Derren Brown, My Mad Fat
Diary, Tommy Cooper), which will TX on E4 in Spring 2014.</div>
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ALT stars Gethin Anthony (Game of
Thrones) as 24-year-old pragmatic everyman Danny who’s about to move in
with his girlfriend Suzy, played by Roxanne McKee (Game of Thrones,
Hollyoaks). Craig Roberts (Submarine) also stars as Danny’s stoner and
waster ex-best friend Milo. Suddenly finding themselves transported to a
parallel universe where they encounter different versions of
themselves, the pair soon realise dangerous assassins played by Jason
Flemyng (Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels, X Men: First Class) and
Arsher Ali (Four Lions) seem intent on hunting them down and killing
them. With Danny desperate to get back to his own Suzy before it’s too
late and he loses her forever, they embark on a series of darkly comic
and dangerous adventures in an effort to get back home.</div>
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Warning: ALT may contain; swords,
guns, doubles, corpses, bickering, bitterness, broken friendship, love,
drugs, sex and quantum physics.</div>
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Commissioner Beth Willis says “ALT
is a mind-bendingly funny pilot for E4 from the pen of Jamie Mathieson
and directed by the brilliant Ben Caron. Milo and Danny are wonderful
and useless and loveable. Expect the unexpected – and lots of laughs.”</div>
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“We’re so pleased to bring Jamie’s
hugely inventive and hilarious world to life, and are lucky to have such
an incredibly talented creative team and cast – all of whom have given
us a bold new show full of fun, wit and adventure” says Damien Timmer
from Mammoth Screen.</div>
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Commissioned by Beth Willis, and
made by Mammoth Screen for E4, ALT goes into production in January 2014
and will TX on E4 later in the Spring. Toby Welch (Skins) is Producer
and Executive Producers are Rebecca Keane, Preethi Mavahalli and Damien
Timmer.</div>
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Jamie Mathiesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328915630256424008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19299296.post-92172802755602138262013-02-25T13:53:00.000+00:002013-02-25T13:53:52.437+00:00I Know It's Over<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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So. Being Human is over. Ish.</div>
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Obviously for the viewing public, there
are still two episodes to air but for anyone involved behind the
scenes, it's always a series of little deaths; the last day of
shooting, the wrap party, the breaking of the sets.</div>
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The writers have their own little
landmarks; the last time they type a line of script, meet with
production staff or an actor says a line they wrote up on screen.</div>
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I've had some fairly ropey writing jobs
over the years. Being Human wasn't one of them. It was the first
adult drama I was asked to write for and it proved to be a joy. More
than that, I would go so far as to say that it was the best job I've
ever had. Which sounds a little child-like in it's simplicity. But
it's also true.</div>
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The best part of the job for me was
story lining. Which basically involved sitting in a room with some
combination of Toby Whithouse, Phil Trethowan, Polly Buckle and Laura
Cotton. And saying 'What if....' for an entire day. And laughing. And
debating. And arguing. And laughing some more. And imagining exactly
how our vampire, werewolf or ghost would behave in the insane
situation we had just dreamt up. And then going home and marvelling
at the fact that I was being paid to do this.</div>
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In a writer's room, it's wise to keep
to the maxim 'best idea wins'. And my scripts benefitted immeasurably
from the mighty brains in that room. Notes on my scripts invariably
pointed out real problems and offered canny solutions. Which believe
me, is not always the case with notes.</div>
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That's not to say that the job was
always a bed of roses. Being Human is a show that spins a lot of
plates and sometimes entire plotlines would be have to be abandoned
or massively changed. But this was never done in a capricious or
casual way. We all understood that this was a necessary evil, a side
effect of never settling for 'just good enough'. Always striving to
make the show better.</div>
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I considered doing a big list of 'thank
you's', naming everyone involved, but I feel that would be a little
bit self aggrandising. I've not won a fucking Oscar. I just wrote an
episode per series. So I'll end by saying a big thank you to everyone
both in front of and behind the camera who helped make this show the success that it is. You know who you
are.</div>
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And to Lord Tobester himself (yes, that
is your name now, suck it up): thanks putting up with four years of
my compulsive wise cracking, for letting me turn George all sweary,
for giving me a zombie to play with and for letting me bond Tom and
Hal over a discussion about virginity. But most of all thanks for
taking a chance on a new writer, a little green behind the ears with
a knotted hanky on a stick and a dream in his heart.</div>
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Thank you. </div>
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Jamie Mathiesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328915630256424008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19299296.post-82554483529453804022013-02-19T12:27:00.000+00:002013-02-19T12:27:35.739+00:002000AD and Me<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Judge Dredd. Rogue Trooper. Slaine.
Halo Jones. Nemesis the Warlock. If you are of a certain age and geek
status you'll just <i>know</i>. From the age of nine onwards the comic 2000AD and these
characters, this <i>attitude</i>, were a massive part of my mental
landscape. Buying the comic on Saturday became a magical ritual. The
stories and characters are seared into my memory. Thirty years later
I can still quote swathes of it verbatim. My shelves groan with
comics and geek ephemera, all of which sprouted from that weekly fix.<br />
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But all good things must come to an
end. In the mid eighties America opened it's chequebook and lured
titan after titan away; Gibbons, Bolland, Moore, O'Neill. One day I
looked through the comic on the shelf in the newsagents and it just
seemed limp and lifeless. For the first time in a decade I left
without buying it. I've dipped in occasionally since, but it's like
checking out an old lover on Facebook: she's doing different things
without me with people I don't recognise.</div>
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In it's prime the comic had an outlook,
a satirical perspective and very distinct sense of humour which had a
huge effect on my creativity. It also shamelessly mixed genres in a
way which now seems second nature to me.</div>
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So thank you, 2000AD, and all who
sailed in you. You opened a door in my head which I've never even
tried to close since, have given me immense pleasure and more
importantly a career. Of the three projects I am currently being paid
to work on, there isn't one that would look out of place between your
pages.</div>
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Your children have grown up strong and
we're doing just fine.</div>
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Jamie Mathiesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328915630256424008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19299296.post-64136388163651408502013-02-19T11:44:00.001+00:002013-02-19T11:44:48.320+00:00Tears Of A Nerd<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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into my scripts. None of them ever make it to the screen and it hurts
my soul every time that I fail.</div>
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Let me give you a little run down of my
failures:</div>
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In 'FAQ About Time Travel' Pete's
lighter has 'FUCK COMMUNISM' stencilled on it. Like the one in the
comic 'Preacher' and later in the comic 'Y-The Last Man'. I even wrote
a scene where you saw a close up of the lighter. But as I was the
only comic reading nerd on the production, the idea was met with
blank looks of incomprehension and the shot never made the final cut.</div>
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In last year's episode of Being Human
that I wrote, 'The Graveyard Shift' I suggested in the script that
gothic Vampire wannabee Michaela should have ankh eye make-up, like
Neil Gaiman's Death character. I soon learnt that suggestions to the
make-up department is like suggesting camera angles to the director.
And so it never happened. But imagine the squeals of nerd delight
had it come to pass...</div>
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And in this year's episode of Being
Human that I wrote, 'Pie and Prejudice', at the point when Tom comes
running downstairs to tell Alex that 'Hal's got a girlfriend', we
wanted Alex to be reading something when he entered. I wrote in the
script that she was reading the comic 2000AD. We went as far as
writing off to them to get a few copies and their approval.</div>
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In the actual episode, she has some
magazine open on her lap, which could literally have been anything.
Possibly even the galaxy's greatest comic. I couldn't tell you. I was
too busy weeping hot salty tears as I failed yet again to shout out
to my nerd brethren.</div>
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Still, I had a little cameo. Which is
probably the nerdiest thing anyone could possibly do. I think you can
just see my head in the screenshot below.</div>
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Jamie Mathiesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328915630256424008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19299296.post-65151814826947996222012-11-19T14:55:00.000+00:002013-08-11T22:55:39.044+01:00I am now on Twitter<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="https://twitter.com/jamti">@jamti</a><br />
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One hundred and fourteen followers. Not that I'm counting. First impressions; it's like a very slow gig where loads of people just stare and occasionally people tut and walk out.<br />
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Oh, that's quite good. I should tweet that.<br />
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Jamie Mathiesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328915630256424008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19299296.post-40941310231391981052012-11-19T14:45:00.000+00:002012-11-19T14:45:26.552+00:00Writer's Guild of Great Britain Awards 2012<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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So I won an award. Which was nice. Well, technically, on eighth of an award. As I wrote one episode in an eight ep run.</div>
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Toby has already won two solo Writer's Guild awards for Being Human. I think we can all see the burning resentment in his eyes at having to share the stage this time around.</div>
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As we left the stage, I mentioned that he'd already got two of these things cluttering his mantel, so maybe he should... Toby finished my sentence for me. 'You're absolutely right. I'll leave it with Touchpaper.' (The production company)</div>
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Jamie Mathiesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328915630256424008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19299296.post-11533574395218828732012-03-05T12:12:00.002+00:002012-03-05T12:25:18.227+00:00Reddit AMA<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr6DZGKerjll1c2dkT3Tt6QHCz4T9mCrBHUhqcVhjdX_ylwyOZKI2rKuUjA8H10hMvxtOADAG7pLlEKtwBX6hQX5vM1KiYCrBdRqu06hldvbn-iYqMuqw5OwOm5robqZ6AnKTo/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr6DZGKerjll1c2dkT3Tt6QHCz4T9mCrBHUhqcVhjdX_ylwyOZKI2rKuUjA8H10hMvxtOADAG7pLlEKtwBX6hQX5vM1KiYCrBdRqu06hldvbn-iYqMuqw5OwOm5robqZ6AnKTo/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716385117830334834" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.reddit.com/r/IAmA/comments/qihbd/i_am_the_writer_of_faq_about_time_travel_3_eps_of/">I am doing an AMA</a> (Ask Me Anything) on Reddit Covering; Frequently Asked Questions about Time Travel, Being Human and Dirk Gently which starts tonight at 9PM on BBC4. No really, the timing is a total coincidence...Jamie Mathiesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328915630256424008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19299296.post-34409036024450629892012-02-10T21:27:00.004+00:002012-02-10T21:39:34.545+00:00Being Human OnlineI had the good fortune to be asked to contribute to this years Being Human online experience. They're going to be rolling out more bits and bobs as the series progresses, but here are a couple of the video pieces. Great fun to do and well done to the actors and crew involved.<br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gA2rAV2p0No" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="250" width="350"></iframe><br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rFEPWlqJKuM" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="250" width="350"></iframe><br /><br />The official blog is <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/beinghuman/">here</a>.<br />.Jamie Mathiesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328915630256424008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19299296.post-63608060476338376702012-01-18T17:14:00.005+00:002012-02-13T22:41:21.923+00:00Being Human – The Graveyard Shift<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj5ixnqWkhcgldDLfU36flg-MSOQ8omJxDcrltQmA8Ek-ZFcJnONzlUjOGa3lVPWIiBWwiRm2kxzEPJ_8oa_FTrnVIfS0j97KX74Kyvu5_7aZa-w2O_sX5Gn4SazV-AB1S5mSb/s1600/beinghuman_4_promo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj5ixnqWkhcgldDLfU36flg-MSOQ8omJxDcrltQmA8Ek-ZFcJnONzlUjOGa3lVPWIiBWwiRm2kxzEPJ_8oa_FTrnVIfS0j97KX74Kyvu5_7aZa-w2O_sX5Gn4SazV-AB1S5mSb/s400/beinghuman_4_promo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699022442245151442" border="0" /></a><br /><style type="text/css"> <!-- @page { margin: 2cm } P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } -</style>The new series of Being Human is almost upon us. I wrote episode three, 'The Graveyard Shift'. I am inordinately proud of the fact that I also came up with the title for my episode, which wasn't the case last year (damn you Laura Cotton). Obviously I wouldn't dream of spoiling any of the plot points other than to say that it is funny and shocking in a roughly 70/30 percent split. I am very proud of it and would like to publicly thank all involved.<br /><br /><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">This was my third year in a row writing for Being Human and boy has the time flown. It seems like only yesterday that Lord Toby was urging me to drink the virgin blood from the Hollow Skull of The Fettered Man and swear fealty to the Horned Onesy. Since then I've written 'That One with Tourettes George and the Cage', and 'That One with the Zombie and Mitchell's Cornish Stalker' as well as pitching quite a few lousy ideas that Toby has wisely vetoed. (Evil Morris Dancers? Anyone?)</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Hope you enjoy it.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">.<br /></p>Jamie Mathiesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328915630256424008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19299296.post-42262236462857147682011-09-12T17:38:00.009+01:002011-09-12T18:06:33.870+01:00Douglas Adams Rewired My Brain<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFZsWBIcAH831oMpfAOOVl6x8sSK03ZlkmlIhgzmGn2YIzQCrc6XvFbmP55JjYMfsRhZOtPp7ftxHAKan9KB8K2xEjQOgCbD03kmN_vYWK1L0EtctGFQEZktta3K8CvUoc1_jT/s1600/b00wqfl2_640_360.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFZsWBIcAH831oMpfAOOVl6x8sSK03ZlkmlIhgzmGn2YIzQCrc6XvFbmP55JjYMfsRhZOtPp7ftxHAKan9KB8K2xEjQOgCbD03kmN_vYWK1L0EtctGFQEZktta3K8CvUoc1_jT/s400/b00wqfl2_640_360.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651513962209492450" border="0" /></a><br /><style type="text/css"> <!-- @page { margin: 2cm } P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } </style>If you were to remove the top of my head and look inside, I'd probably die from shock and blood loss. So don't do that. But if you were to do it <i>metaphorically</i>, and chose to picture my formative creative influences as a series of geographical features, then you would find a pretty big mountain range named 'Douglas Adams'. Probably with a dead whale lying next to it.<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">I was ten years old when I saw the Hitchhiker's television series. On a family holiday in the same year, I found the first two Hitchhiker's books sitting on a spinner in the caravan site shop. Their influence on my tiny forming mush-like brain was seismic. Ideas that were funny. Jokes that made you think. Concepts pursued to their illogical conclusion. Dry British stoicism in the face of interplanetary insanity. Arthur. Ford. Zaphod. Trillian. Marvin. Slartibartfast.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Much of where I am now, who I am now, what I do for a living now, I owe to the worlds he created.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">And now I find myself, thirty one years later, writing an episode of Dirk Gently for the BBC. My seasoned forty one year old self is calmly typing the words, building the episode, structuring the jokes. This is what I do for a living. It's just another gig.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">But somewhere deep inside my ten year old self just did a little wee and passed out.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">However tangentially, I am adding to the legacy of Douglas Adams. I am putting words in the mouths of characters he helped create. But more than that, the reason I am able to, the reason I got the gig in the first place, the reason that working in this world feels so damn <i>natural</i> to me, is that Douglas Adams rewired my brain as a child. I am simply putting into practice what he taught me.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Thanks for everything, Douglas. I hope you enjoy the episode.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">.<br /></p>Jamie Mathiesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328915630256424008noreply@blogger.com0