Creative Comedy Project

Creative Comedy Project

Creative Comedy Project

What is the Creative Comedy Project?

This year, Meera Syal’s Anita and Me bursts into life on stage in a new adaptation by Tanika Gupta. We are celebrating the story by getting people across the UK to show us how funny they are!

All we’re asking for is an original piece of comedy that deals with one or more of the themes from Anita and Me in no more than 500 words. It’s that simple! We’re open to submissions from people of all abilities... professional, wannabe and the family comedian. 


Why comedy?

After 2016, we thought we could all do with some light relief... No, but seriously, the benefits of comedy have been studied as far back as the time of Socrates and Plato. Humour plays a powerful role in expressing anxieties and attitudes to life. Because of the nature of a joke, topics that are often taboo can be challenged and help create a new understanding of a sensitive topic. Some of the nation’s favourite sitcoms and comedians have tackled topics deep-rooted in British society and we're asking you to see what you can come up with using the themes of Anita and Me.


About Anita and Me

Anita And Me paints a comic, compassionate and colourful portrait of village life in the era of flares, power cuts, glam rock, decimalisation and Ted Heath. It has been adapted for the stage by the multi-award-winning Tanika Gupta from the bestselling book by Meera Syal. Meera is an acclaimed comedian, actress and writer whose TV credits include the BBC comedy series Goodness, Gracious Me and The Kumars at No. 42.

This coming-of-age tale follows Meena, a young girl growing up in the only Punjabi family in a 1970s Black Country mining village. Meena spends her days happily getting into scrapes with the other local children until one day the impossibly cool Anita enters her life. Suddenly Meena knows exactly who she wants to be but is Anita all that she seems? Soon Meena’s world is turned upside down as she is caught between two very different cultures.

The humour in the story is mainly generated by Meena's innocence of the situations she finds herself in. Being a young girl, Meena is able to poke fun at people and situations through the eyes of a child.

Get funny!

We want you to write a piece of comedy that’s no longer than 500 words. It could be experimental, satire, spoof, wit or wordplay. The choice our friends is up to you! We’re looking for all formats of written comedy. It could be the opening to a sitcom, a scene of a play or just a silly story.

All that we ask is that it deals with one or more of the themes from Anita and Me, including family, coming-of-age, migration, racism, love and friendship, cultural and social change.


Our judges will review submissions and decide three winners. The winning piece will be crowned Comedy Gold and awarded a prize of £300. Runner-up positions include Silver and Bronze and will receive prizes of £150 and £50 respectively. We'll also be announcing a fourth prize to the Crowd Favourite as determined by the submission receiving the highest number of likes on this page.

Everybody who participates in the project before Saturday 1 April 2017 will receive an exclusive £10 ticket offer  (valid on 2 tickets) to see Anita and Me on stage at their local theatre. 



Get Involved


Register at to add your submission!

Deadline: World Laughter Day, Sunday May 7 2017  5pm


1. Entry to this project is free and open to persons of all ages who reside in the UK.

2. Your piece must be your own original work and must be unpublished at the time of entry. We accept no responsibility should entrants ignore these Terms & Conditions. 

3. Submit your piece by registering to theatecloud and uploading your work via the online form. Unfortunately, we are unable to accept submissions by other methods. All submissions will be published here on the project page.

4. Submissions will be judged on laughter, originality, enjoyment and whether your piece fits the themes of Anita and Me.

5.  Avoid lazy stereotyping and the use of grossly offensive language and/or scenarios purposefully intended to cause distress or offence to a particular section of society. Profanities and sexual themes are acceptable.

6. Entrants retain all rights to their entries but by submitting a story to the project, grant and acknowledge our right to publish the story as required in promoting the project and in the fulfilment of prizes. 

7. Due to the large number of entrants, we are unable to respond individually to all submissions

8. Entry opens on Monday 9 January 2017 and closes on Sunday 7 May 2017 at 5PM. Submissions received after this deadline will not be accepted.

9. We reserve the right not to publish submissions which breach our guidelines.

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