Minor Spillage

I'm going to change next year. Really? Uh huh. How? I haven't really thought about it. I just know... I probably need to change a few things. Well, you better get thinking. You'll be sat with your family making resolutions before you know it. Do people still do that? Yeah? Oh. You literally do it every year. I do? Yeah, and then you break every single resolution you make in roughly 24 minutes flat.  24 minutes?! Give or take. Well. This year will be different. Are you sure? I told you. I'm going to change. Alright... Yeah! ... Go on then. Okay, easy one to start. This should be fun. I'm going to stop drinking. No way. Impossible. Why? How on Earth will you be interesting at parties? You can't come up with anything interesting to say without a couple of Jaeger's in your system. That's true... I'll go to the gym. Work on my guns. Get my body in shape. But your tubbiness is one of your defining traits! They say dad bods are in this season. Yeah, if I go...

Dear Santa, I think it’s time we had a talk. That’s why I’ve written you this letter. I assumed you didn’t take phone calls, CEOs never do. I bet your PA screens the calls. There’s no chance that I’d get through, not when I’m me, and you’re you.  You probably don’t know who I am. My name is Kyle. I assume that I was on one of your lists at some point. I’d love to know which one. I was a bit of a bully in school, so I was probably on the naughty list. Saying that, I thought naughty kids at least got a lump of coal. I didn’t get anything from you. I’m sure it was just a clerical error, you have a lot of people to get through. I just think it would have been easier on my mum if she didn’t have to get the presents. She was on her own Santa. She’d bankrupt herself every year. I’ve got to ask, why do the rich children get more presents from you each year than the poor ones? Seems unfair. Unless their parents are investing their money into your workshops? I guess that’s possible. Rich peo...

A Scrupulous Superhero Selection Process. When I was seven years old, I discovered that everyone else was too busy to run around aimlessly with me at break times. The motive behind my running was pretending to be a superhero, running down a hill to give me the sensation that I was flying. I’d stand atop the mound of grass (which, at the time, seemed huge) and look around to see what my classmates were up to. It was a small school, with an average of around eight pupils per year group, so we were often doubled up with another year and taught by the same teacher. My year group of just six included a girl called Eliza; at seven years old already so motherly that she attached herself to whichever teacher was on break duty and helped the younger kids who had fallen over, or were missing their parents, or had spilt something on themselves. I remember being invited to a surprise birthday party for Eliza, and when we jumped out and shouted happy birthday at her, she burst into tears and everyo...

What is Minor Spillage? Hello! If you have found this blog, you must one of three things: Interested in TV, Radio, Theatre and other bits of creative genius.  Really bored. (This one is very likely.) Here by mistake, because you were searching for something a tad more unsavoury.  Minor Spillage is a production company, but not just any production company… We are a really, really good one.  So far, we have put on an award winning theatre production (We were just as surprised as anyone about this.), are in post production on a sci-fi comedy radio show and are currently developing a varied series of podcasts for 2026. We’re busy boys! There’s even a short film and ANOTHER THEATRE SHOW on the way!  But, we thought all that just wasn’t enough… Have you been dying to get some more raw, unadulterated Minor Spillage content into your veins? If you are, perhaps you’re our mother, checking up on us? If you’re not (or even if you are), this is the place for you.  What will...