One of the Writers' Guild scouts came to see Faversham. We weren't shortlisted in the end for the Award, but the scout's very complimentary report back is on the List's website, so let us document it here:
Set in the murky streets of Victorian London (via the North Pole) Aeneas Faversham’s sketches conjure up a claustrophobic world of secret societies, murder investigations and medical misdemeanours. Reminiscent of Michael Palin’s Ripping Yarns with its use of absurd situations and historical settings, the four man cast play with old-fashioned customs and figures of speech to create a bizarre hybrid of sketch show and melodrama. Even without the Victorian theme, many of the scenes are well structured with some original lines, and although some of the sketches are not as strong as others, overall it is a skilful and clever show.