Wednesday, 7 December 2011

Here's a David Quantick interview I did over a game of internet scrabble




Journalist and Comedy Writer, David Quantick undertakes an interview whilst having a game of Scrabble. Bob O’Mara challenges.

Last year Scrabble introduced a new version which brought in the proper noun rule to try and appeal to a wider audience. Snobby scrabble supporters across the country expected boards to be cluttered with pop culture references such as; ‘Jedward’, ‘vajazzle’, and ‘Twix’. If you’re a fan of British comedy you could be in for a blinding score if you placed ‘Quantick’ down on your board to earn a minimum of 23 points.

David Quantick has agreed to give me an interview whilst playing internet Scrabble. His credentials touches nearly every great comedy of the past twenty years, starting out with spoof news programme ‘On The Hour’ and then onto the television adaptation ‘The Day Today’ and ‘Brass Eye’ to ‘Smack The Pony’ and ‘TV Burp’. He wrote and produced internet’s first sit-com ‘Junkies’, which he wrote with Jane Bussmann over his frustration with television commissioning process.

Quantick makes the first word on the board ‘toker’; a mild drug reference whilst I go vertically through the ‘K’ to make ‘taker’, a milder drug reference. I ask him if he mainly works at home and submits scripts to shows; “my own stuff I write at home. I don’t submit stuff to sketch shows these days because I’ve got my own”. The premise of one of his sketch shows ‘One’ involves sketches that only have one character; guest such as Ronnie Corbet, Bill Oddie, and Jeremy Clarkson have all contributed their voices to his show.

He continues to talk about working in a team and with a writing partner “with other people’s shows I sit in a room and bash stuff out. With TV Burp I watch tapes at home and pitch clips to Harry with everyone else.” Most people would consider that as a dream job. “I’ve been superlucky, - I’ve worked with two geniuses”. Who could these ‘Geniuses’ be? I ask if Armamdo Iannucci is one of them, I was quickly shot down.

David considers former creative concubine, Jane Bussmann as one of the geniuses, “She’s brilliant and will soon change the world”. Jane moved to New York in 2004 and has written several episodes of South Park. Jane inspired Sally Phillips character in Bridget Jones Diary, a heavy smoker with a mouth dirtier than her habit.

The second person he considers to be a genius is Steve Wells, a man who he wrote with on ‘The Day Today’ radio predecessor ‘On The Hour’ and was his colleague at NME during the 80s. Steve Wells was suffering from Hodgkin's lymphoma and sadly died the same day as Michael Jackson.

Steve originally from Swinton but moved to Bradford at a young age, he was working as a bus conductor before going on tour with Leeds punk band ‘The Mekons’ as the punk-poet Seething Wells. After moving to London he started writing for the NME under Susan Williams. Steve moved to Philadelphia and started directing music videos, David did keep in touch by e-mail but never saw each other in his dying days due to the geographic disadvantage.

I ask further on what he thinks about working in a writing partnership “writing partnerships are very British, and very hard if you’re an egomaniac, but they work.” I inquire whether or not he would class himself as an egomaniac, “I am a bit of an egomaniac but not as much as them whose mouths I fill with words.” He then placed a seven letter word down ‘tickled’ and claims an extra 50 points for a Scrabble bingo. I was forced to exchange all 7 of my vowel-ridden tiles. A century behind, now I know how the Australian cricket team feels.

Whilst on the subject of egomaniacs I bring up Morrissey, “Morrissey is an awful man, well attested to by ex-friends and ex-employees”. In a 2008 article for ‘Word Magazine’ Quantick laid into Morrissey for being a hypocrite for his continuous ‘flirting with racism’. The publication ended up apologising to Morrissey in court.

I presumed being ‘quite an egomaniac’ David Quantick would have googled his name and read the mountains of abuse aimed at him on the Morrissey forums. The online taunts ranged from “hanging is to good for this bitter sad wanker (sic)” and more serious threats relating to his family, “some of his fans are mentally ill” claimed Quantick. I pondered if Quantick ever been attacked by a Mozzerite with a breeze block or received urine-soaked duvets through his letter box “No,”.

“No” for a short period of time became a popular answer from Quantick, who started to resemble Amy Winehouse refusing the offer of treatment at the priory from her father. He did apologies claiming he was tired, which I took full advantage of by placing ‘TARZAN’ on a triple word score for 59 points, followed by ‘YUPPIE’ whilst he frustratingly exchange five of his tiles.

An unreliable user-generated encyclopedia claimed he was born in Wortley near Barnsley but his voice did not obtain even a hint of the tyke twang. His juvenile orientation turned out to be Devon before moving to London in 1979 to become (in his own words) “media scum”. He started out at the NME alongside Julie Burchill, Tony Parsons, Stuart Macone, Andrew Collins, and Mary Ann-Hobbs. “We were all regional boys and girls” inform Quantick, “NME then was a fractious place, people very factional about music and writing and the direction Of the NME”. I wondered how he feels about the current state of the publication “NME’s doing a better job than it has for years”. Incidentally the former editor of NME, Conor McNicholas (2002-2008) was threatened with court action by Morrissey for implying the Italian-based singers views on immigration in the UK were racially inflammatory.

Quantick was more than happy to talk about music when it’s not concerning the former Smiths front man. His three favorite album are; The debut album by the Buzzcocks ‘Another music in a different kitchen’, David Bowie – Young Americans’ (both albums of his teenage years), and The Beatles’ White album. I then progress to ask him about his favorite instrument, the air guitar, ‘who told you I like air guitar?’

David Quantick used to be married to Karen Krizanovich, an American agony aunt for Sky magazine (nothing to do with Murdoch) in the 90s. Whilst researching I stumbled across a Daily Mail article with the headline ‘Did my ex have Asperger's? How Karen realised the terrible dress sense and penchant for air guitar weren't just eccentric’. Is David comfortable what looks like dirty laundry drying in public and what did he make of it? “Oh that, I can’t really remember it.” Oh.

Either David was trying to avoid answering the question or did not think much to it in the first place, if it’s the latter then Karen’s case could be right. On second thought he occasionally ‘flirted with autism’ during the interview, awkwardly answering the questions with singular words, something you would not expect from a journalist.

Karen Krizanovich article claims Aspergers traits include; ‘lack of empathy, blunt speech, a need for 'space' and a fear of confrontation.’ This could be characteristics in any man. David Quantick draws his own theory; “all men do have Aspergers especially with rock music. Air guitar is the ultimate manifestation of that, I expect.” David Quantick’s knowledge of music is highlighted in his Radio 2 show ‘The Blaggers Guide..’, a show which offers the listener a brief lesson of different musical genres.

Quantick places the word ‘hong’ (a dragon from kingdom 'kong') over a triple word score and collects 39 points, he seems pleasantly surprised that it counts for a word and admits he accidently pressed submit. I did one better by constructing an eight letter word off the ‘G’ of his ‘hong’ to create ‘windling’, a bingo across a triple letter word score for 89 points. This was an incredible comeback, unlike that of the Australian cricket team.

After a few more made-up internet Scrabble words I start asking him about future pursuits. ‘Lots and lots of comedy writing is the way forward’, he currently has three radio sketch shows lined up for the new year including a pilot with Roy Hudd who used to present ‘The News Huddlines’ on Radio 2. I tell him that I’m too young to remember the show and he admits back he is not familiar with his works, I ask about how the collaboration came about; ‘the then head of Radio 2 liked us both individually and suggested putting us together.’

The game of Scrabble was coming to an end and we were both trying to find space on the board for the dreaded excess of vowels on our racks. At this point I was pretty sure this game was mine, as the scores stood at 371 – 335. The board made interesting reading and was comparatively relative to the interview; ‘guitar’, ‘tunes’, ‘yuppie’, ‘jokes’, ‘tickled’, and ‘slog’.

The interview was quite a slog at times, I couldn’t just sit there and just nod at my computer for Quantick to elaborate on a reply nor could I read his body language (not that I’m a hypochondriac and fear that I might have symptoms of Aspergers). After the interview we can go back to playing Scrabble with only every now and then saying ‘Nice word’ to each other every so often. 3-2 overall to myself but I shall never tell him of my dyslexia, a thing I doubt he could find out by simply Googling.

Sunday, 30 October 2011

Off with the local

Sometimes you can be fooled the British public have elected suicidal tramps to run the country, change and cuts are the big issue and it seems like the Conservatives have already soiled the trousers of the British economy.

Inflation has rocketing well above 5% in the last quarter, the BBC is going to find it hard to manage over the next few years with the license fee being on hold. BBC Trust are currently dressing the wounds with the motto ‘Delivering quality first’ and one victim seems to be local programming.

‘Inside Out’ is a regional magazine show that the audience regularly gets mistaken for an extended version of The One Show, the show has been scaled back to only seven shows every now and then (I have no internet so I’m going to be very vague and incorrect). The cut backs have really shown in just this programme alone, the Yorkshire version ended with a segment about campsite cooking where all the budget was spent on Scallops (not the potato ones) and a camera lenses that empathised the bad weather.

I have no problem with TV done cheap and cheerfully but the show had one regrettable scripting error when the presenter signed off with ‘…the good news it’s only a few hours till dinner…’, how can the BBC broadcast a regional show and complete ignore that in Yorkshire (and almost everywhere else out of the M25) that dinner means the meal just after noon? My blood was boiling, I wanted heads rolling. How can the producers let something like that slip through?

As much as I love the BBC I feel the infrastructure is clogged up with too much bureaucracy. At the moment many independent production companies have the advantage when making shows, the phrase ‘too many cocks spoil the brothel‘ comes to mind. Being an indie allows the team to not compromised creativity to a mass mess of chipping thoughts (granted that most shows made for the BBC would have a few executive producers from the Big British Castle).

I have attempted to gain experience at pitching a show to many people including down at Television Centre for a bit of fun. In all of these meetings people have said to me ‘there’s no such thing as bad input’ this was normally after I raised an eyebrow during someone else’s thoughts on trying to improve the ‘idea’. Of course there’s such a thing as a bad idea, look at Owen Wilsons career or the decision for certain people to breed during a Halloween party on LSD.

Although we are not in a state as the states where not only the production team have input but the network executives and advertisers have their say, ‘amongst other transatlantic remakes ‘Life on Mars’ proved too much fiddling of a show from all levels took away the original qualities (what’s with it being a period piece without using music from that era?), I think ‘Episodes’ with Joey from friends in it tried making this point just as badly.

The late David Croft said in his autobiography “I don’t think any of my shows would get the go-ahead today because it’s so complicated. There are several levels of executives and they all want to put their penn’orth in.” I can imagine if Dads Army was made with the same level of bureaucracy today it wouldn’t get made, maybe if Channel four was around back then but some tool would have deemed it too soon and offensive towards domestic war heroes.

However my argument seems to have fallen flat when I think about that Jasper Carrott sitcom ‘All About Me’ where he had an Asian wife (don’t worry, I’m not offended by that) and a son with cerebral palsy who spoke with a Stephen Hawkins voice box machines thingy. For anyone who ever saw this it was probably one of the most offensive pieces of ill thought out programming ever and it was shown in a pre-watershed slot. The most shocking thing about this show (excluding cheap laughs at disability and Brummies) is that it ran for three series and was a BBC in-house production.

My message to cut costs at the BBC? Well I can't really say but I bet they spend a bucket load on consultants. Give me time and I will come back with a few theories. Why not watch this ace sketch from Big Train?

Monday, 26 September 2011

Lady Bullyshit

We have all been told Blogs are good, despite being a cringe worthy word its a medium which allows you to broadcast your work and thoughts. I've recently read a blog wrote by a girl who studies photography (but only seems to take pictures of her wonky face) who shared useless facts about herself like how she had months off school because she was bullied and how she used to cry at other peoples birthdays because she was jealous ...and she wondered why she got bullied 'its because your a dick!'.

I'm not promoting bullying at all but social media has opened up a new dimension of harassment, like those celebrities who say 'whatever haters! you just want to hate 'cos thats all haters wanna do!' like a crossbred version of a Morrissey and Fred Durst. Those kind of people like to think people hate them but in reality people just despise them because they are dicks.

In the last few days Twitter has been overdosing on a Lady Gaga quote "bullying is for losers" which is funny because as I typed that a Blue Peter presenter was bullying a Muslim girl on TV by calling her a "Loser" whilst demanding for her purse (not the first Blue Peter presenter to force themselves into degraded girls purses *ahem* John Leslie). Without going too far into the psychological theories behind bullying I feel Lady Gaga is bullying bullies, surely bullies need to be loved like self-involved attention seeking pop stars? Anyone who has once followed Steve Brookstein on Twitter would know that past it centres of attentions are bitter and vile people, no one is paying him attention so he decides to pick on 16 year-old lads with daft hair (and fans of).

I have no problem with insulting stage school kids and questioning the pop cultural taste of teens with good humour but when it comes to resentment and brutality by a middleaged man something slightly depressing and unsettling occurs. In reality the internet is full of anonymous pussies or as people like to call them these days 'trolls'. Before Twitter et al people used to go on message boards just to insult each other and celebrities but no one ever seemed to act with tact or ethics. The large majority of these trollers are either dejected grown men and frustrated teens comparing everything to Hitlers between sessions of pornography binges.

The days of internet Anon has gone, I can hunt down anyone online and find anything out about them but at the time I will leave that for another time as I understand this blog entry is quite poor on several levels but can't be bothered to delete it. Next time I will share some decent stories involving work, getting sacked, and other tactless social networking occurrences.

Here's the first Blue Peter from Salford involving the bullying presenter scenes: http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/cbbc/episode/b015f3rq/Blue_Peter_26_09_2011/

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Wednesday, 9 March 2011

Mellow yellow

It's that time again, the time to start a new blog. The third generation of documented thoughts and torturous theories of general things. Like Peter Kay I can remember my first blog, full of spelling errors, grammatical gaffs, and the ramblings of a teenager completely frustrated with the world and everything held within the cesspit.

Obviously nothing much will have changed apart from the crushing hackneyed hoops the hierarchy has placed has made me a restrained rational being too jilted and jaded to challenge the status quo of British society.


Lets take a look Britain's main industry finance where incompetence runs a muck and the workers are rewarded for being failures. That situation sums up this country, we (the public, not me and hopefully not you) voted in a man who was the Director of Corporate Affairs at ITV Digital to be our Prime Minister. Let us also remember this failed business man didn't even win an election without forcing political rohypnol upon the Lib Dems.


The UK is in a complete state of inefficiency, I am always placed in a situation of Yosser Hughes. I feel I could do a better job than most people in areas I have no expertise in. From my experience the most inept workers are the ones who have been in their job for years, where they gotten so comfortable in their position they think they are invincible in their own role like a useless cheese on toast faced dictator.

This view is something people often say I'm a hidden tory about. I don't think anyone should take their job ever for granted, if everyone is on the tip toes about losing their jobs you will get a better performance out of them. A large majority take their positions for granted playing it safe and being non-threatening to the beings above in fear of destroying the one purpose in life, mortgage repayments.


As my hour is up (the maximum duration I give myself per entry), I will leave you with one last political rambling. I was walking in Sheffield the other day and was rudely diverted by massive fences around the city hall, as it happens these fences were for the Lib Dem party conference. During the joy diversion I started talking to a woman who said 'There's going to be trouble this Saturday, those protesters are going to be trouble, a woman in John Lewis is really scared they going to smash up the shop'. I reminded her that protests are not mindless thugs willing to smash up every shop especially a shop where the workers get a share in the profits. "But they smashed up topshop didn't they?" I told her Phillip Green gives his Swiss-based wife each year a present of £700 million, "oh isn't that nice?".