Blog by writer Phoebe Waller-Bridge:

Despite voting for and being excited by the winning story, I am finding myself railing against it. I became so wired thinking about "Women" and "Perfect Bodies" and "Kelly Brooke", I collapsed into a Dominoes frenzy which had me ordering and inhaling two disgusting (amazing) pizzas and murdering half a bottle of wine by five o'clock this afternoon. I have never done that before and I can't really remember it, but it felt violent. It is now nine o'clock and I am drunk, sick and have managed to crawl into the living room to watch a, frankly ludicrous, episode of Waking the Dead. In short, I have achieved nothing today besides looking like I have headbutted a pepperoni passion and sending three crap plays to Vicky under the influence. She has been a force of encouragement, but necessarily firm with my work so far - like I'd drawn a slightly shit picture but with a nice choice of crayons. She will be my salvation, I am sure of it. I always thought writers who did this were heroes.. I see now that they are clearly gods and I am being punished for my hubris. F**K.


Sunday 10 April 2011 // 8:00pm
Southwark Playhouse // Shipwright Yard (Corner Tooley St. & Bermondsey St.) // London // SE1 2TF
Tickets // £10 // 0844 847 1656 (24 hours) or