The BBC and I…
As some of you know I dabble with writing now and again. Well, I like to make out I do, especially as it makes me sound learned and scholarly… Ivory-tower, is that what they say? Or is it Ivy-league? Or perhaps I’m just getting confused with the AFL? Sigh.
Anyway, I also got into scriptwriting last year. I did a project for an indie director and discovered I LOVE scriptwriting. Making the top 15% in the recent BBC Writers Room programme for Drama. So that was an awesome surprise and to top it off, I actually got the chance to spend a morning there. Yes, tea at the BBC! I still can’t quite believe it!
I rocked up at the old entrance, which is right next to the new glass building (people who know me well will appreciate why I was drawn to the old building, let’s just leave it that I have some very fond memories there, but that’s another story). Once inside the old building I was politely informed, when I asked where I had to go, that “Dah-ling there are 6 reception desks and over 8000 people…” Not the most helpful of receptionist, but he then kindly took my name and details of whom I was meeting, a quick photo taken and voilà, my “Visitors” pass was handed to me and that I was expected in the “New building.”
So out I went where I was greeted by one of BBC staff and politely informed him I had been magnetised to the old building out of nostalgia. Not that this would make an iota of sense to, well anyone really, and perhaps I would have been better off just remaining quiet. But I have to say, twenty years on, the old reception area is exactly as I remember it. The new building was like getting through some cryptic maze, involving two sets of revolving doors and a security scan of my handbag. The second set of revolving doors just suddenly stopped as soon as I’d stepped in causing me to headbutt the glass plane and stub my toe. Resulting in unconstrained amusement to those around, much to my mortification. Especially as then security had to come to my rescue to get me through the doors… So not quite the glamorous, dazzling first impression I was hoping to give. But I did make an impression, so perhaps it doesn’t matter…?
I was led up this glass lift to one of the top floors. Did I tell you I’m acrophobic? I was lucky I didn’t conk out from seeing my feet so high off the ground, then I really would have made a lasting impression – and for all the wrong reasons!
Nerves aside, I was able to pay attention to all the advice given regarding scriptwriting. Something about hitting the ground running in your first scene. Which is perfect for me, because I’m an expert in running, as you know!
On a serious note, I received some invaluable advice and feedback. A truly magical day to remember…