I half dreamed, half wrote a sketch this morning at about 4am. I have no idea if it’s funny (it’s really not), or even if it’s vaguely original, but I thought I’d type it up and publish it here, for no other reason than it’s Sunday, the sun is shining, and I have no other ideas for what to write.
It feels like A Hale & Pace sketch to be honest.
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INT. MODERNIST BAUHAUS HOME. DAY.
Norman sits with Helen, his wife. They are both dressed like Steve Jobs, surrounded by whites, woods, steel, and glass. Lots of crisp edges.
Gareth steps into shot, and flashes a cheesy grin at the camera.
GARETH
I’m here to help Mr and Mrs Bauhaus child proof their home.
He turns and hands them a giant packet of condoms. They taken them, a bit confused.
Time cut.
Close on Gareth, addressing camera.
GARETH
Three weeks later, let’s see how they got on.
He steps out of the way to reveal the house, condoms draped on every corner, stuck over sockets, criss crossed over glass like police cordens. The couple sit exactly as they were, still confused.
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