Poor old Alan Yentob. Obviously having a wonderful time on The Incredible Alan Yentob Show!!!, but so busy larking about in the style of various sitcoms, that when he got to the fabulous Peep Show, he completely forgot to mention the names of the writers. Silly old thing, I bet he was terribly embarrassed when it went out and he realised what he'd done.
So, for the record, Peep Show, which he rightly lauded for its originality, depth of characterization and general goodness, was written* by Sam Bain and Jesse Armstrong. There's an interview with them over here.
The blog is currently a tad moribund, apologies, but I'm working on the final polish of the book before it goes off to the publishers, which makes it draft 6a. And if it does get picked up by a publisher, the first thing they'll do is make that 'sucking in through the teeth' noise and say 'of course, you realise it needs a lot of work...'.
Quick hello to The MIghty Evan, whose birthday it was earlier this week. I gave her a small purse as a present, only for someone else to turn up with a present of a purse that was a) slightly larger, and b) had more presents in it, thus outclassing me at every turn. I'll be putting up a photo of my christmas present from TME at some point, because mere words cannot do justice to its carved wooden glory (clue: rhymes with 'biking' and has a place to put an incense cone).
* as in 'made up by', you fat-handed twat.