#Abigail Burdess

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Mother's Day by Abigail Burdess

Rating: ❤️❤❤❤❤

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I've been doing a timeline of Tim, Mark and Alex's early years because I'm mentally ill and found this pilot Mark wrote in 2007.

Here's the summary:

Martin (Tom Basden) is an out-of-work actor. He moves in with his younger brother Craig (Tom Price), a loaded advertising exec, and his girlfriend, in their swanky flat in Manchester. They are both lovely people but, as Martin discovers, they make a nightmare couple to share with!

Craig shares his posh flat with girlfriend Millie (Abigail Burdess) and they're hopelessly in love, while Martin is hopeless with women and has no money. Craig and Millie seem the perfect couple, forever making up silly songs and fighting only to make-up with exuberant sex. Millie is trying her hand at life-coaching and decides to help Martin by match-making him with her neurotic client, Antonia.

To fund his creative ambitions, Martin works at a call centre with frumpy Lyn (Sara Crowe) and nerdy Hugo (Marek Larwood). Lyn fancies Martin, while Hugo fancies himself as the most efficient employee on the planet.

I don't want to make everything about Tim, but around this time Tim was an out of work actor with no money who moved in with his brother and his wife, who were doing very well for themselves. Hmmmm.

Funnily enough I know this about him because of Tim being on Tom Price's podcast.

P.s. This is the worst name for a TV show I've ever seen

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"What, like a shopkeeper or an extra or something?" and Emma had replied, "No! He's one of the main ones!" * Abbie takes this in for a beat and says, "So that was a story about how you're 'one of the main ones'?" Then she opens her eyes madly wide and cries in a cod Californian accent, "WHAT. . . A GREAT . . . STORY!!!"

Robert Webb, How Not To Be A Boy

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All Kinds of Trouble -  Abigail Burdess

I'm in all kinds of trouble now.

The kind where you wake up on a train and everything, everything's strange, and where am I? And when did the season change? I must have been asleep I'm sure I must be late.

I'm in all kinds of danger. The stranger on the platform is not a proper stranger "You're here with me," he says. "Isn't it great?" And he's right.

The kind where there's too much meaning on the edges of sight, because he might be there, and you randomly weep.

I'm in deep, deep hot water in a boiling hot geiser in the mist of the midst of ridiculous Icelandic snow. You know, you should give up the fags and eat fruit because life should last longer this life should last longer if someone like him exists.

Everybody, lock away the razors and save your lovely wrists. Someone like him exists.

I'm in every single kind of trouble now. The kind where a kind man could write himself a significant part. I'm in very grave danger of a change of heart.

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I’m gonna read you a poem now. It was written by Abigail Burdess in 2003, my then girlfriend. We’d be going out for about three weeks, and she wrote it quite literally to woo me, and it kind of worked. 

Also featuring a lovely Jane Eyre reference at the end  

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I think Abigail Burdess would make a great Thursday Next. 

Any fan-casts you want to share?

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Yay, Abigail Burdess has a writing credit in the new That Mitchell and Webb Sound. That makes me happy.

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For you Pru, I rediscovered this amazing tour de force!  A  parody of Pride and Prejudice from the 'That Mitchell and Webb Look' show.  Robert Webb (Mr. Darcy), Abigail Burdess (Miss Bennet), and Sarah Hadland (Miss Bingley).  Be warned profanity ahead!

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I’m in all kinds of trouble now, The kind where you wake up on a train And everything, everything’s strange And where am I? And when did the season change? I must have been asleep. I’m sure I must be late. I’m in all kinds of danger. The stranger on the platform is not a proper stranger. “You’re here with me,” he says, “isn’t it great?” And he’s right. The kind where there’s too much meaning on the edges of sight Because he might be there. The kind where you randomly weep. I’m in deep, deep hot water. In a boiling hot geyser In the mists In the midst Of ridiculous Icelandic snow. Y’know, You should give up the fags and eat fruit, Because life should last longer, this life should last longer If someone like him exists. Everybody. Lock away the razors and save your lovely wrists: Someone like him exists. I’m in every single kind of trouble now The kind where a kind man could write himself a significant part. I’m in very grave danger Of a change of heart.

- Abigail Burdess, I'm In All Kinds Of Trouble Now

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Robert Webb reading All Kinds of Trouble, a poem written for him by Abigail Burdess

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All Kinds of Trouble by Abigail Burdess

I’m in all kinds of trouble now

The kind where you wake up on a train

And everything, everything’s strange

Where am I? And when did the season change?

I must’ve been asleep

I’m sure I must be late

I’m in all kinds of danger

The stranger on the platform is not a proper stranger

“You’re here with me,” he says, “Isn’t it great?”

And he’s right

The kind where there’s too much meaning on the edges of sight

Because he might be there

The kind where you randomly weep

I’m in deep, deep

Hot water

In a boiling hot geyser

In the midst, in the midst of ridiculous Icelandic snow

You know, you should give up the fags and eat fruit

Because life should last longer

This life should last longer

If someone like him exists

Everybody, lock away the razors and save your lovely wrists

Someone like him exists

I’m in every single kind of trouble now

The kind where a kind man could write himself a significant part

I’m in very grave danger

Of a change of heart.

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