Wednesday, 22 November 2017

Don’t ever want my girl to stop putting wellies on the wrong feet #DadDirt



A 6 YEAR-OLD GIRL is putting on wellies in the hallway.
DAD is sat on a stair, watching.

DAD
Ugh.
This’ll take forever
Huh?
She usually puts them on the wrong way round.
But look at that.
The wellies are on the right feet.

I guess this is it.
The descent from here into womanhood.

Soon you’ll be interested in boys and secrets will be more important than anything else.

Our home will have no hold for you.
You’ll explore the world and will leave your mark on it.

But it’ll be a struggle.
Women will hack you down, and then there’s the men.
I’ve treated enough badly to know what you’ll face.
Difficult situations and wrong relationships.
Heartbreak and pain.
Will you have the resolve?
The strength and spirit to--

6 YEAR OLD GIRL
AY?! ARE YOU ALRIGHT DADDY?
I CAN’T HEAR YOU.

Her coat is the wrong way round and the hood is over her head.

DAD
Oh, nothing.
We’re late.

He shuffles her out of the door, her coat still the wrong way round.

DAD
Don’t change a thing.

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Visiting Santas Sexy Helper #DadDirt


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Tuesday, 21 November 2017

Visiting Santas Sexy Helper #DadDirt



The Store’s Christmas Grotto is about to open - a line of JADED DADS with KIDS wait for the rope barrier to be lifted.

They perk up when in crosses...

SANTA’S SEXY HELPER
Come closer everybody. Santa’s nearly here!

SANTA crosses in to take his seat in the Grotto.

SANTA’S SEXY HELPER
Oh. Santa’s here now.
After a whole year of waiting.
(to DAD and KID #1)
In you go.

They go into the curtained off Grotto.

SANTA’S SEXY HELPER
A whole year of waiting.
And there he is.
We haven’t seen him since the Grotto works party on December 24th.
But - here - he - is.

She sends in DAD and KID #2

SANTA (O.S.)
Is everything ho-ho-ho okay out there?

SANTA’S SEXY HELPER
Oh, yes. Everything’s just fine.

She sends in DAD and KID #3 in a huff.

SANTA’S SEXY HELPER
I mean, why wouldn’t it be.
You didn’t call.
Because of all your important Santa business.

SANTA appeaers at the Grotto curtain door.
The line of kids and Dads cheers.

SANTA
Ho ho ho!
I ho ho don’t know what’s go, go, going on.

SANTA’S SEXY HELPER
No it’s fine. I’ve moved on from last year.

She pushes DAD #5 onto Santa’s grotto chair and sits on his lap.

SANTA’S SEXY HELPER
What would you like on the tree this year?

She jiggles about on the Dad.

SANTA
(on the side)
You’re ruining the Grotto for everybody.

ALL THE DADS
No - we’re fine/ Super okay with this/ You take all the time you need/ Can I go next?

DADS start tossing gifts to Santa’s Sexy Helper.

SANTA’S SEXY HELPER
You can’t have this, like last year.
Glad you didn’t call now?

SANTA
(to crowd)
Santa needs to check on Rudolph.
No, I don’t mean it like that.
Reindeer checking.
(to Santa’s Sexy Helper)
Round the back of the Grotto.

SANTA’S SEXY HELPER
Oh so now your memory’s coming back.

Santa’s Sexy Helper stomps in a huff round to the back of the grotto.

SANTA
It’s my first day - they said you’d be helping.

SANTA’S SEXY HELPER
You’re - not the same.

SANTA
Same as what?!
None of this is in the guide.

She holds Santa’s arms. Genuine.

SANTA’S SEXY HELPER
I am so sorry. I’ve got completely the wrong guy.

SANTA
So we’re going back to the Grotto.

SANTA’S SEXY HELPER
I just need to know.
Are you going to the Christmas Party?
December 24th?

But Santa has gone.

SANTA’S SEXY HELPER
I'll take that as a maybe.


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Teaching my son to touch type. Is there any point? #DadDirt


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Monday, 20 November 2017

Teaching my son to touch type. Is there any point? #DadDirt



DAD is at a computer keyboard with his 8 year-old SON.

SON
I still don’t know why we’re doing this.

DAD
Son, if you can touch-type fast on a QWERTY keyboard... the world is yours.

SON
But Dad, can’t we just get a tablet?

DAD
No. Nothing of any use was swiped into a tablet.

SON
But why are you teaching me touch typing when I can just say “Okay Google... Siri... or Alexa? Why aren’t you teaching me touch speaking?

DAD
Nothing of any use was ever spoken into a gadget.

SON
What about Churchill’s wartime speeches. They--

DAD
(thwarted)
Yes. I get it. He said them--

SON
Into a microphone.

DAD
Ah, no, Churchill’s speeches were typed out for him to read.
Typed out on a keyboard.

SON
“Everything that’s any good has been typed.”

DAD
Always has been, always will be.
It’s the only way to get your message across.

SON
Okay. Let’s do some more speed typing.
(types)
You - cannot - afford - a - tablet - can - you.

DAD
No.

SON
(typing)
Because - you - are - still - typing - when - everyone - else - is - swiping - and - speaking - which - is - much - faster - and - you - wonder - if - this - is - why - everyone - will - always - earn - more - money - than - you.

DAD
That’s pretty much it.

SON
My speed’s gone up.


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How to deal with sales cold calls. Reply to Every. Single. One. #DadDirt


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Sunday, 19 November 2017

How to deal with sales cold calls. Reply to Every. Single. One. #DadDirt



DAD’S phone stops ringing. He’s glum.

DAD
(lightbulb)
I’d better reply to all these.
Every single one.

MONTAGE: DAD bashing furiously into his phone in various situations, in various rooms of the house. MUSIC.

DAD (VOICEOVER)
(typing)
I’m sorry I didn’t pickup your sales call just now.
I was beating my 6 year old son.
On a really tricky loom band design.

(typing)
I’m sorry I missed your sales cold call.
I was making a tea for my wife with the chipped mug, and gave her decaf without telling.

(typing)
Sorry... missed your sales call.
Transfixed by a pair of pigeons outside who are clearly gay and in love.

(typing)
...Was sniffing coconut milk in the fridge with no idea how you tell if it’s off.
Do you know?

(typing)
I was gazing in hushed awe at your Chief Exective and lost an entire day.

(typing)
I didn’t get to your sales call in time.
We were swimming with dolphins.
Not really.
Eating some toast.

(typing)
I was hyp-MO-TIZE by the light in the microwave.
Feel too prone for your marketing tactics.

(typing)
I picked up a Weetabix thinking it was the phone.
Lesson learned.

(typing)
Sorry I missed your sales call.
I was making sweet love with my angry wife.

(typing)
“Some lightning hit me on the bum.
Then it fell off.”
(This might have been written by the kids).

DAD high-fives his KIDS.
MUSIC ENDS.

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Government wants my kids in school, but it won't feed them. #DadDirt


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Friday, 17 November 2017

Government wants my kids in school, but it won't feed them. #DadDirt



Things in my head next week.

Monday 20 November
Government wants my kids in school, or a £1000 fine.
But it won’t feed them.

Tuesday 21 November
God help me. Why do I find crutches and plaster casts so damn hot.

Wednesday 22 November
This is how sexist I am.
I can’t name any billionaire women.

Thursday 23 November
Soft play centre: Heard a Mum call for her son, Lucan.
Lucan.
I think it was Mum and not the Nanny.

Friday 24 November
My struggle as a Dad is to have the kids be consumed rather than consuming.

Saturday 25 November
The only thing that damages my wedding ring is DIY.
I try not to think of it as a metaphor.

Sunday 26 November
Realising that tutting at parents for staring at their phones is time I could have spent with my kids.


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Blob of come in the coffee shop #DadDirt


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Thursday, 16 November 2017

Blob of come in the coffee shop #DadDirt




DAD comes out of the coffee shop toilets and walks through the tables to get back to MUM.

He sits down back at his table and MUM goes purple.

MUM
There’s a--

DAD wipes his cheek for crumbs.

MUM
No - down there.

DAD
It’s okay - I haven’t wet myself.

MUM
No - on your other leg.

DAD
Those sinks splash a lot.

MUM
You just walked through the entire shop with THAT on your leg.

DAD
What do you think it is?

MUM
On your leg - there’s a blob of come.

DAD
Huh.

MUM
What do you think they’ll think you were doing in there?

DAD
It’s just some soap.

MUM gets up to announce this to the shop.

MUM
Everybody! It’s just soap!
On his leg! It’s only soap.
It’s not a blob of come!

Silence. The coffee shop is in shock.

DAD
Thanks. What do I do now?

A MEMBER OF STAFF goes into the toilet carrying a BIG CONTAINER OF LIQUID SOAP.

MUM
See! New soap.

MUM gets up again, to announce.

MUM
Because he used the last of it up.
That’s proof that it’s just soap on his leg.
It’s not a blob of come!

The coffee shop is still silent. Cough.

DAD
You know, I could probably do with something to distract from this right now.

Click! The MEMBER OF STAFF leaves the bathroom.

MUM
Look! On his leg. There’s a blob of come!

Nothing.

MUM
I tried.


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Me Vs The Sugar Cereal Box Monster. Thanks supermarkets. #DadDirt


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Wednesday, 15 November 2017

Me Vs The Sugar Cereal Box Monster. Thanks supermarkets. #DadDirt



Kitchen table in full family breakfast chaos... DAD is in deep thought.

DAD
Every morning.
There you are.
What is your point?

REVEAL he’s staring at the CEREAL BOX:
A BIG DUMB GREEN CARTOON MONSTER, holding a bowl of “Rice Crackles”

DAD
Look at the state of it.
What makes you think you have a place at my table?

Is that it?
Is this what you evolved for?

Holding a bowl of “Rice Crackles”.
It’s not even a real cereal name.

But there you are, shoving them up at us with that big dumb toothy grin.
And you can’t even hold them - you’re just sort of hugging them...

MOVING EVER CLOSER BETWEEN DAD’S EYES AND THE GRINNING MONSTER ON THE BOX.



DAD
We know you’re not eating them.
The second ingredient is sugar.
The teeth you’ve got is because you don’t eat this filth.

You’re holding that bowl like you’re going to throw it in my face.
Blind me long enough to give you the advantage in your lizard-style attack.

In the meantime, there you are, grinning like a nonce.

You’ve been on this planet for millions of years to get those features.
What have they got you doing?

What is their game?
Am I supposed to be threatened on a primal level?
Are you a challenge?

I see your challenge.

You think you’re better than me.
But look at me.
Holding my spoon.
With my opposable thumb.

(switches spoon to other hand)
I can use either hand.
Look at my thumbs.
I can use them in your eye sockets - hard enough to release me from your wonky jaws.

And then I’ll use my thumb.
My lovely bendy thumb, to jam up in your single nostril.
While using my other hand to force feed your own Rice Crackles until you choke you abomination. How’s that for 200% GDA carbohydrates “of which sugars”--

MUM
Are you okay?

DAD
Yep. We're just fine.

He smiles, back in the land of breakfast.

Can’t help one final eyeflick to the box.


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Thwarting the next explosion #DadDirt


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Tuesday, 14 November 2017

Thwarting the next explosion #DadDirt



A Gold-Command-style situation room.

Female POLICE CHIEF leans in for a closer look at a live CCTV feed as other female COMMANDERS gather round.

POLICE CHIEF
She’s headed for the supermarket.

CCTV zooms into track a menopausal mum, strutting towards the entrance.

POLICE COMMANDER 1
(on radio)
Send in teams 2, 7, and 9.

POLICE SWAT TEAMS in dark fatigues swarm as troops with helmets and shields... busting into fire entrances and staking out sniper positions.

POLICE COMMANDER 2
Do we evacuate?

POLICE CHIEF is torn. Ice cold, but everything is on her shoulders.

POLICE CHIEF
If we let it go ahead, we can contain it.

POLICE COMMANDER 1
If she goes off in the shopping centre...

POLICE COMMANDER 2
It’ll be in all directions.

POLICE CHIEF
(to herself)
Is she working alone?

POLICE COMMANDER 1
SHE’S GOING IN.

POLICE CHIEF
(into radio) Get me visuals. I need cover.

CCTV cameras flit to find teh woman at the checkout.

POLICE CHIEF
Shhhhh!

She turns up the volume to listen as the WOMAN explodes in rage at the customer in front of her.

WOMAN
EXCUSE ME. WE HAVEN’T GOT ALL DAY.
WE’RE WAITING FOR YOU.

POLICE CHIEF
Code Lavender.

POLICE COMMANDER 1
Go! Go, Go, Go, Go!

CUSTOMER
Sorry, I’m just--

WOMAN
THE WORLD DOESN’T REVOLVE AROUND YOU.
IF YOU DON’T GET A MOVE ON--

POLICE SWAT TEAMS storm the checkout.

CUSTOMERS AND STAFF scream and flee.

POLICE SWAT 1
Cheer up, love. Get some perspective.

WOMAN
DON’T YOU TELL ME WHAT TO THINK.

POLICE CHIEF grabs POLICE COMMANDER 1’S headset.

POLICE CHIEF
No! Abort! Team 2 - send in Team 2!

POLICE SWAT 2 barges to the front.

POLICE SWAT 2
Come and have a cuddle.

WOMAN
STOP TRYING TO CONTROL ME.

POLICE CHIEF throws the headset in temper.

POLICE CHIEF
TNS - Where’s - the - T-N-S?!

POLICE COMMANDER 2
(into radio)
Deploy T-N-S. Repeat--

POLICE SWAT 3 steps foward - on eggshells.

POLICE SWAT 3
We understand--
Oooh look. Tea and cake.

REVEAL: SWAT TEAMS with china and pastries arranged on their shields as trays.

WOMAN
WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS ALL THE TIME?

POLICE SWAT 3
You’re absolutely right.
I’m so sorry.

SITUATION ROOM: POLICE CHIEF regains composure.

POLICE CHIEF
(into radio)
Send in the mags.

POLICE SWAT 3 winces on her earpiece.

POLICE SWAT 3
(with magazines on shields)
There’s Homes and Gardens... or some interior design ideas.

WOMAN starts crying.

WOMAN
You don’t understand.

SWAT TEAMS all nod with sympathy.

SWAT TEAMS
(in unison)
We know.

From a crouch position POLICE SWAT 4 bellows into a radio.

POLICE SWAT 4
Clear sight. CHAIR ONE, CHAIR TWO, CHAIR THREE--

Soft armchairs teamed into place round the checkout.

POLICE CHIEF
(off monitor)
Drop her. Drop her now.

The WOMAN falls onto the couch.

POLICE SWAT 4
Down! Target is down.

CHEERING and APPLAUSE and BACKSLAPS in the situation room.

POLICE CHIEF refuses to accept them.

POLICE CHIEF
Too close. That was too close.


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Kids app developers. And what goes on in their heads #DadDirt


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Monday, 13 November 2017

Kids app developers. And what goes on in their heads #DadDirt



TAYLOR approaches TODD’S work space - ergonomic desk and balance ball chair.

TAYLOR
Hey Todd.

TODD is bashing code into his 3-screen computer.

TODD
HEY TAYLOR!

TAYLOR gestures to his tablet, worried.

TAYLOR
Dude sorry I’ve got to cut in again--

TODD
No worries.

TODD gestures TAYLOR to sit on an office-chair-ball too.

TAYLOR
You remember this app we’re rolling out for children?

TODD
Yeah the one you wanted to be the multi-platform experience kids have never seen before.

TAYLOR
Yeah. It’s still a bit... “buggy”.

TODD calls it up on his keyboard.

TODD
We’ll iron those crinkles now - shoot!

TAYLOR
On level 6--

TODD
I LOVE level 6.

TAYLOR
Yeah, this is where we were hoping the kids would be totally engaged.
Immersed, even.
But level 6 is like--
(reads tablet)
“Put this thing down now.
Go and get some daylight.”

TODD
(high five)
Awesome - no?!

TAYLOR
That’s all it says.

TODD
Right. That’s all of level 6.

TAYLOR
Which comes after levels 1-5.
(reads)
“Now put this down and hug the person you love the most.”

(swipes)
“Step outside and breathe.”

(swipes)
“It’s a cosmic miracle you are here right now.
This place, this time.
Turn it off.”

(swipes)
“We love you.” -- That’s all it just says.

(swipes)
And “Let’s kill 12 more seconds of your young life with some more of this inconsequential irrelevance.”

TODD
(finger kiss)
Level 5.

TAYLOR
Todd... Do you... Do you like doing this job?

TODD
(thinks)
Yeah. It’s pretty, powtastic.

TAYLOR
It’s just that every kids app you make, compares what we do... us... that we get paid money to do... it’s like...

TODD
...It’s like we’re trying to get kids to smoke cigarettes.

TAYLOR
That’s probably not what I was reaching for.
But that seems to be what you’re saying.
In every app, game and multi-platform experience you create--

TODD
Is it the font? I can change the font.

TAYLOR
It’s not the font.
It’s the helping kids to stop using devices.
It’s not helping us.

TODD
Right. It’d be like a cigarette company killing off its customers.

TAYLOR
Exactly. Yes.
(then)
No! Look, we’ve decided to move you over to a new project.
(pulls out ANOTHER TABLET)
Apps for Babies.

The TABLET pings up a BABY-FRIENDLY LOGO.

TODD
I am, like - way - ahead of you.
I’ve been working on this.

TODD’S TABLET plays baby-friendly music as he hands it over to TAYLOR.

TABLET
Ahh-Ah-Ah!
Nooooo.
Noooooooo.
Uh-oh.
No.
No.
(disapproving grunts)
Don’t touch.
Non.

TODD
(headphones on)
You’re welcome.


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