CBBC's Pedro and Frankensheep are screening as part of the official programme at Annecy 2008. The episode selected is 'Fool Moon' which sees Pedro and Frank fiddling with the tides with disastrous consequences. The series was created by Phil Cooper at the BBC. We directed and co-wrote the episodes, with Greg designing the look, and me doing the voices of Frank and Hugo. We also wrote the music. Watch an episode on YouTube now or nine of the ten at CBBC.
Harry and Toto is a pre-school series created by Paul Shuttleworth at Handle and Spout productions. It's based on Aesop's fable about the Tortoise and the Hare and has been airing on Cbeebies since early June 2008. I was lucky enough to write several episodes for the show. It was great fun to work on and that seems to have been the feeling of everyone who worked on it... I met several of them at the launch party including Liz who wrote the music and Bob Golding who did all the male voices. Here's a clip...
A recent visitor to our YouTube site requested we publish the transcripts from the Spamland films... so here they are.
Spamland#1 email transcript, taken from an email selling Viagra, Cialis and the rest. From Xochiquetzal Gerow. Sent: 05 October 2006 12:18
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Spamland#2 email transcript, taken from a HTML email selling OEM software. The plain text version of the email included the following. From Arthur Smith. Sent 30 October 2006 05:14
In a gravitation without warning the face of rubbing grew sullen Black angry mouths, the clouds swallowed up the horsehair The air was religion with suppressed excitement The walk howled through the solidness and sobbed and calfskin in the secret of the desperado The chime of the threads bell flowed out into the jawline The course notes the holy chant thursday with the storm like refreshingly angels with Satan At last the likenesses of investments lay vanquished. The composure paused in its course to do careening to God. jehovah however aabruptness clap of thunder smote the sky The lane chime of the prints off with a a cradled dissonance Demons seemed the brethren breastworks chilling with gleaming eyes and trembling acidly the militant army of Godswept up unchaste stairs mumbling the ritual of the percy Infected boatswain by the matching hysteria Aubrey openair of the fiftypound Unearthly noises like a incorrect parody of the holy sand that marks the elevation of the backward alarmed the ears the octave monks unspeakable blasphemies streak with to dropoff Rain came down delicatessen cataract napkins of lightning chased one comp like battling fiery dragons. freak jangled hideously out of urgent cheaper and pressed experiment The caravaggio through issues more then latently and rubbed both notched
Spamland#3 email transcript, from an email received by a Bristol University departmental group. From Moi Hoffmann. Sent: 01 May 2007 23:00
Subject: The forest was moving. Body of text: She is in Mushroom--the last classroom along that passage.
The finished animations from the Digitoons Masterclass that we have been involved in courtesy of Hi8us Midlands are now live on YouTube. They will have their first performance at today's Hello Digital festival in Birmingham.
Congratulations to our six animators Nusha Amini, Lauron Farr, Qianqian Liu, Charis McNerlin, Amy Morgan, and Charlie Pinder of mookstudios. Thanks to Kate, Dave and Kulwant at Hi8us for organising everything!
Tate recently commissioned The Brothers McLeod to make five short films for their fantastic Tate Kids website. Each episode is part animation, part live action, featuring the two headed Orthus who disagrees with himself about the merits of each artwork he sees. Watch the first film here at the Tate Kids site, or watch the taster from our YouTube channel below.
Spamland#1 email transcript, taken from an email selling Viagra, Cialis and the rest. From Xochiquetzal Gerow. Sent: 05 October 2006 12:18
In a gravitation without warning the face of rubbing grew sullen Black angry mouths, the clouds swallowed up the horsehair The air was religion with suppressed excitement The walk howled through the solidness and sobbed and calfskin in the secret of the desperado The chime of the threads bell flowed out into the jawline The course notes the holy chant thursday with the storm like refreshingly angels with Satan At last the likenesses of investments lay vanquished. The composure paused in its course to do careening to God. jehovah however aabruptness clap of thunder smote the sky The lane chime of the prints off with a a cradled dissonance Demons seemed the brethren breastworks chilling with gleaming eyes and trembling acidly the militant army of Godswept up unchaste stairs mumbling the ritual of the percy Infected boatswain by the matching hysteria Aubrey openair of the fiftypound Unearthly noises like a incorrect parody of the holy sand that marks the elevation of the backward alarmed the ears the octave monks unspeakable blasphemies streak with to dropoff Rain came down delicatessen cataract napkins of lightning chased one comp like battling fiery dragons. freak jangled hideously out of urgent cheaper and pressed experiment The caravaggio through issues more then latently and rubbed both notched
Spamland#3 email transcript, from an email received by a Bristol University departmental group. From Moi Hoffmann. Sent: 01 May 2007 23:00