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Ravaged Spleen Comedy Night Graphic Design Work
In October I set up a regular monthly comedy night in Bath and it’s been running ever since. In addition to setting the night up, I also designed the logo and all the accompanying graphics on social media. The graphics all centre around an image of a spleen that I designed.
SpaLife Radio Social Media Copywriting
From September 2016 to June 2017 I was Deputy Producer at SpaLife Radio. Alongside my responsibility of producing shows, I also took the lead role in running our social media streams. Here are a few examples of my work.
Good news! LIGHTS, CAMERA, REACTION! and THE 50s & 60s SHOW will be returning to SpaLife Radio. More show updates in the next week or so. pic.twitter.com/AZfnzDUD7f
— SpaLife (@SpaLifeBSU)
September 27, 2016
Come meet us today at the @bathspasu Freshers' Fair between 10:00 and 16:00 in the Newton Park Marquees! pic.twitter.com/7ZbBW1Dkzm
— SpaLife (@SpaLifeBSU)
September 29, 2016
That Monday Show is back - hosts Chris & Will discuss the history of bonfire night and the US presidential election! https://t.co/1yEb6hn37y
— SpaLife (@SpaLifeBSU)
November 7, 2016
Our most insult heavy show has just been recorded. The last That Monday Show of the year will be coming your way soon! pic.twitter.com/ygB6eyNDwF
— SpaLife (@SpaLifeBSU)
December 5, 2016
Taken just after finishing recording our 200th show! #SpaLifeRadio200 pic.twitter.com/96rZotTdgE
— SpaLife (@SpaLifeBSU)
January 23, 2017
And here it is, SpaLife Radio's 200th show - enjoy! #SpaLifeRadio200 https://t.co/yGQwktYOKw
— SpaLife (@SpaLifeBSU)
January 23, 2017
Idle Playthings Social Media Copywriting
From June 2015 to May 2016, I was Head of Web & Marketing for the Idle Playthings, Bath Spa University's Comedy Society. That role involved building a presence on our online platforms. Below are a few examples of my work.
Our annual freshers' comedy night is back, featuring stand-up and musical comedy - just for you @bathspasu freshers! https://t.co/Zm9JWTGksi
— The Idle Playthings (@IdlePlaythings1)
September 18, 2015
Many thanks to @ComedyTomedy and @EdJollyboat for coming down, hope you freshers enjoyed our Comedy Concoction! pic.twitter.com/UYSmmek9sv
— The Idle Playthings (@IdlePlaythings1)
October 2, 2015
Tomorrow is our first Proving Grounds of the year, filled to the brim with improv, sketches and stand-up. https://t.co/DOYJOQFLmN
— The Idle Playthings (@IdlePlaythings1)
October 18, 2015
What the Dickens is going on? Join us at the @bathspasu tomorrow to find out! https://t.co/OiqA3n0N1L pic.twitter.com/4mS0dOl3e6
— The Idle Playthings (@IdlePlaythings1)
November 29, 2015
ICYMI: The first video from our show A Comedy Christmas Carol is up, 1 watch = 1 christmas cheer! https://t.co/KcowgDxDWC
— The Idle Playthings (@IdlePlaythings1)
December 19, 2015
MERRY CHRISTMAS! pic.twitter.com/WiSb0Getwe
— The Idle Playthings (@IdlePlaythings1)
December 25, 2015
Comedy Quiz Alert! Chance to win a £30 bar tab! Tommorrow at 7:30pm at @bathspasu, teams of 4-6, £2 entry each. https://t.co/RQcTe7y6o6
— The Idle Playthings (@IdlePlaythings1)
March 6, 2016
SpaLife Radio Graphic Design Work
From September 2016 to June 2017 I was Deputy Producer of SpaLife Radio, Bath Spa University’s Student Radio station. In addition to producing and featuring in shows, I also overhauled the designs of every single show logo as they were looking outdated and low-quality.
I used a previous design and colour scheme to inspire my logo for ‘That Monday Show’. For every logo, I tried to use a minimum of four colours, but did break my rule on a couple of occasions to allow for continuity.
The ‘Sounds Queer’ logo uses the same font as the previous logo (which I also designed), but instead swaps the former white background for one containing the rainbow flag.
For both ‘The 50s & 60s Show’ and ‘Lights, Camera, Reaction!’ I manipulated background images sourced via creative commons to create colourful logos which suited the feel of the shows.
All the logos were designed to work well both on desktop and on mobile, all featuring the SpaLife Radio logo designed by Conor O’Driscoll.
Idle Playthings Graphic Design Work
From June 2015 to May 2016 I was Head of Web & Marking for the Idle Playthings, Bath Spa Univeristy’s Comedy Society. During that role I created a number of different graphics to promote society events.
The first things I created were a poster and banner for the society’s event for Freshers’ Week, which I called the ‘Comedy Concoction’. I created the test tube and incorporated bubbles with text inside into the design. Some of the bubbles used contain the Idle Playthings ‘iP’ logo, which was created by Conor O’Driscoll.
I also designed the new Facebook banner for Proving Grounds, the society’s monthly night at Bath’s biggest comedy venue, Komedia. I used the photos provided to me and manipulated them in such a way that paid homage to previous designs whilst updated them.
I also put together the poster for our Christmas show ‘A Comedy Christmas Carol’. The London backdrop and the snowflakes were not created by me but sourced from creative commons sites.
Donkey Sanctuary Letter
So I was tasked with writing for the third sector, so I chose to write a letter from a Donkey Sanctuary. The letter is split up into two parts, an informal part aimed at the children who receive the benefits of donkey adoption, and a more formal to-the-point section for the parents/guardians who pay for the adoption. The piece is written from the perspective of the donkey to give the letter an interpersonal feel.
Hello,
My name is Cedric and I’m a donkey. You’re probably wondering how a donkey can write a letter in English, and the answer to that is: donkeys are more clever than you might think!
I’ve been working all my life on beaches, giving rides to children just like you. But now, because I’m too old to do that, I have decided to retire. When I stop working, I need new owners to look after me, and because I don’t work anymore, this costs a bit of money.
Because you’ve decided to adopt me, you’re helping the lovely people at the Donkey Sanctuary to give me a home and lots of yummy food! With your monthly donation, you’re not only helping me out, but loads of other donkeys just like me who need the sanctuary’s help.
You’ll also be receiving a monthly letter in which I’ll be keeping you updated with what I’ve been getting up to now I’m all moved in to the sanctuary. Because you’ve adopted me, you’ll be receiving some great donkey-related goodies. I hope you enjoy your new stuffed toy, all of us at the charity think it looks just like me!
As well as that, you’ll receive these cool benefits:
Free entry to our visitor’s centre
A brand new photo of me every month
A card on your birthday
A certificate of adoption
A goodie bag with a pen, a badge and much, much more!
That’s what you’ll be getting throughout the year. If you want to keep in touch with me for longer, then you’ll have to ask your parent/guardians permission. At the bottom of this letter there’ll be more information available to them.
But again, thank you for adopting me, I’m looking forward to my new life!
See you next month,
Eeee Orrrr Cedric the Donkey
(That’s my signature!)
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Dear Parents/Guardians,
We at the Donkey Sanctuary really appreciate your continued donations. However, as more and more donkeys are needing our care, we still need more help. There are many ways in which you can help us out.
1. Tell a friend. Do you know any other parents with children who you think would love our adoption programme? If you could refer them to us, you can receive a £5 Argos gift voucher.
2. Donate a little bit more each month. A little goes a long way. For just £3 extra a month we could do so much more to help the donkeys, such as increasing living space and employing more helpers. If you want to donate a little bit extra, then fill in the form that came in this adoption pack.
3. House a donkey. Unfortunately, we don’t always have the room to house new donkeys, and in some circumstances, we’ve had to turn some away. If you have the space and expertise in looking after any of these beautiful animals, then head on over to our website for more information.
Anything you do to help the donkeys is massively appreciated.
Thank you for your support,
The Donkey Sanctuary Team.
In the Cinema...
So recently, I’d noticed a pattern in my tweets before I was about to see a movie in the cinema, and they all started with the same three words: ‘In the cinema...’
So now I’ve created a blog which collates all those tweets, go check it out!
Doughnut Detection
This is a piece of flash fiction that I submitted to Newspired, inspired by a newspaper clipping about a cake-based theft from a police station’s fridge.
The detective walked into the interrogation room, a cup of coffee in one hand and a half-eaten chocolate bar in the other. After taking the final bite, he wiped his hand on his trousers. Inside the room, gaffer-taped to a chair, was the police station’s cleaner. She was squirming.
“Tell me where you’ve hidden them!” he opened with. The cleaner failed to answer.
The detective then realised he had taped her mouth shut earlier, so to let her answer he removed the tape, scrunched it up into a ball and dropped it onto the floor. The cleaner, now allowed to breathe properly, spluttered and gasped for air.
“Tell me where you’ve hidden them!” he repeated.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she eventually replied. “What could I have I done that justifies this treatment?”
“Murder!” he yelled. “Of jam-filled pastries.”
The cleaner now bore a confused look on her face. The detective’s smug-looking face then turned into one of concern as he read the cleaner’s expression.
“Oh god, have I arrested the wrong person again?” he lamented. “I mean, it’s so confusing, what with the fact that more than one cleaner works here, I mean I hardly stop to look at their faces, what with them being of little consequence and…”
“Oi!” she interjected. “I’m the only cleaner thank you very much. Why don’t you clean up your bomb-site of an office?”
“Don’t get smart with me, I’m asking all the questions.”
“Is that right?”
“Stop asking questions!”
By now the detective was riled. He was angry about the missing doughnuts, and he wanted to get a confession. He was getting more and more drastic.
“So, have you heard of waterboarding?” he said.
Her face was awash with terror. Her squirming intensified. He leapt over the table and covered her mouth as he thought she was about to scream.
“Hush now. Just confess to the doughnut theft and this can all be over. You stole the doughnuts from the official police detective fridge – admit it!”
“Ok yes!” she confessed. “It was me, if you really want to blame someone.”
“Bingo!” he yelled.
As soon as he wheeled away in glee, the Chief Inspector walked in finishing a mouthful of food. He had some form of red jam caked around his mouth but soon wiped it off. He then seemed confused as to why the cleaner was in the interrogation room.
“What’s going on in here, Jonny? And why is Susan gaffer-taped to the chair?” he asked.
“I believe she was the one who keeps stealing doughnuts from the fridge, I was just about to charge her.” The detective responded.
“Well it’s definitely not me stealing them. Press ahead.”
A brand new Slam! da Insane strip is up on uxhill.co.uk - the new website for all my comic creations. So check it out in all it’s interactivity goodness!
Originally posted on Newspired, this was inspired by the Bath WWII Bomb Scare and the resultant #BathBomb hashtag.
The Josh McGrillen Experience & Pete
So I, along with Peter Jones (no, not that one) have started a new podcast: The Josh McGrillen Experience & Pete. I wonder who came up with that name? We did focus groups, I swear.
Anyway, you can listen to the first episode down below and on SoundCloud.
Newspired
So this is my latest project - Newspired. It is an open-submission online blog that features fictional tales inspired by real life news. It will feature both writing and artwork. I will be editing this blog and submitting a few pieces too.
You can look at the blog by visiting newspired.tumblr.com.
With Love from Al
This is a short story I wrote in 2014, which is a fictional history concerning events in the build up to the St Valentine’s Day Massacre in Chicago, at the height of Prohibition in the 1920s.
The Cadillac pulled up to the Halligan. “We’re here.” said James. “Are you sure you want to go in, boss?”
Nothing James Clark could say would deter Bugs Moran from going in. You don’t become the head of the North Side gang if you get that easily swayed by your inferiors.
“It’s only a speakeasy, goddammit. We’ll be fine, there’s no risk.”
Bugs knew there would be risk. He knew Al Capone, head of the rival Chicago Outfit, had him as a marked man. It wasn’t usual for Bugs to make house visits either, but this time he had to make an exception.
“Halligan is my bar.” Bugs continued. “It’s my flagship joint. Can’t a man visit his own goddam joint?”
It was flippant, Bugs knew he was there for an important reason. He had to secure his investment. He had to get Ted Elliot back onside.
“Let’s go on in.” instructed Bugs. Peter Gusenberg, one of North Side’s top gunmen, got out of the car in tandem with James. With their Tommy Guns in hand and Bugs alongside, they entered the speakeasy.
Ted was behind the bar as usual, be he then halted and his eyes narrowed as Bugs Moran came into sight. “What the hell do you want?”
“I’m just here to talk, Ted.” said Bugs.
“I can see that. Why’re you here?”
“To talk. Now get out from behind the bar and grab a seat.”
Ted reluctantly did as Bugs said. He knew he had little power when Bugs was in the building. Ted’s eyes were bloodshot. Bugs could tell just from looking at him that he was still grieving. He saw no point in asking how he was, but he did it anyway for courtesy’s sake.
“How the hell do you think I am?! My only son is dead thanks to you.”
“Don’t blame me.” Bugs retorted. “I didn’t shoot him down.”
"You dragged him to Capone’s front door on a fucking chain!“
Bugs slammed his fists down onto the table. In reality, Ted knew little about his son’s death. Mac Elliot joined the North Side gang on his own accord. Bugs had warned the young Mackenzie of the dangers he could face. But Mac was young, naïve and dismissive.
“You know nothing.” Bugs retorted. “You barely knew your own son’s name.”
This had riled Ted, but he little time for contemplation as the bar doors suddenly burst open. The room fell silent. In walked a prohibition agent. Peter’s reflexes told him to open fire, Bugs told him to refrain. Normally the agents would hunt in packs to shut the speakeasies down. However, this one was a lone ranger. It wasn’t unheard of, but Bugs hadn’t seen it before himself.
“I’m looking for a Mr Ted Elliot. Anyone know where I can find him?”
The agent enquired as he strolled up to the bar. No answer. After neither of the two barmaids dared serve him, the agent got behind the bar and helped himself to Ted’s finest scotch.
“Shit, it’s a prohi, boss.” James whispered. “We need to get you out of here.”
James was the most loyal out of all the North Side’s bodyguards; he was that diving-to-catch-a-bullet kind. However, most in reality were in the business for the big bucks. As ever though, the Irish-American leader was unwilling to leave; he was a bit more daring.
“He’s over here.” Bugs shouted without a second’s thought. “But he’s mine.”
The agent’s eyes lit up and as he made his way towards the table. “And there’s me thinking Christmas was two months ago. Bugs Moran is in the building.”
When he got to about a yard away from the table, he drew from his holster and shot Ted in the back of the head. He was so quick in doing so, he even took the ruthless Bugs Moran by surprise. Now resting on the mahogany table was Ted’s face. It was still intact, but the rest of his head was a different story. The agent then threw the fresh corpse onto the floor, and sat down on the recently vacated chair.
“Joey Ferrante,” said the agent, “that’s my name. And I’ll make sure you punks remember it too.”
Peter was about to shoot. Joey had, though, slipped his gun back into his holster, so Bugs discouraged his gunman from taking the shot. Joey pulled out a Toscano cigar from his jacket pocket and proceeded to light it as he sat down at the table.
“I never liked Ted Elliot,” continued Joey. “I could recognise that asshole from a mile off. Even from the back of his head. Didn’t like his son neither.”
“Italian Cigar?” Interrupted Peter.
“Huh, you’ve got a keeper, Bugs. This guy knows his shit. Well, about cigars anyhow.”
“Why Italian? Why not American?”
Joey chuckled.
“Why not American? Because they ain’t no good! Italian is always better.”
By now the regulars had all but left, looking visibly shaken with the murder they’d just witnessed.
“You don’t seem like no normal agent.” Bugs thought that was a fair assumption to direct towards Joey.
“You’re right, I’m not. Most don’t shoot people without trying to arrest them first.”
“And most don’t carry around imported Italian cigars. Why are you here Joey? What do you want, a pay-off?”
“I’m here on behalf of a friend, he’s…”
Then Joey stopped in his tracks. A thundering sound of footsteps could be heard from upstairs. The descent down the creaking wooden stairs was easily audible in the now silent room. A giant of a man then entered from the behind the bar.
“I can’t believe you bastards dare show your faces after all that’d happened.”
“Oh it’s always drama with you, Billy Walters.” Bug retorted. “I’m surprised you’re still here after witnessing Mac’s death. I take it your still with that harpy; Sylvia wasn’t it? Well tell her she’s now fatherless. This asshole shot him dead.”
Bugs then pointed in the direction of Joey, who was keeping quiet and listening intently. Billy would have probably paid more attention to his father-in-law’s body if he hadn’t strongly recognised Joey’s face. Then it twigged.
“No. It can’t be you.” By now Bugs had grown concerned. “You’re one of Capone’s men! You’re the one that killed Mac!”
After being rumbled, Joey tried as fast as he could to draw his gun to try to kill Bugs Moran. But it was too late. An almost instant smattering of gunfire came from both Peter and James. Joey had been thrown backwards onto the floor by the shots.
Bugs had now thrust into action and started barking out instructions.
“Peter. Go to the car, get a body bag. We need to dump this guy into the lake.”
Peter swiftly exited. Lake Michigan was conveniently on their doorstep. Once a body got dunked in the drink, it would never be found. Bugs continued ordering.
“James. Cut off this punk’s fingers. Then mail them to Capone.”
James placed his gun onto the table, knelt down and drew a switchblade from his pocket to start the finger cutting.
“Boss, he’s still alive.” James discovered.
“Well then just shoot him again then.”
“He’s trying to say something.”
Bugs leant over to see what the assassin’s last words would be. After initially stuttering, Joey uttered his final sentence.
“Cupid’s arrow will hit you soon; with love from Al.”