I'm working on a script in which a tough but likeable unshaven New York cop, on holiday in Lancashire to rebuild his relationship with his first, then ex, now second wife, finds himself trapped in a folk club in which the audience are being subjected to a barrage of cliched jokes about stereotypical northerners, delivered by a once-funny comedian who has turned into a boring Radio 2 presenter. He has to get them all out safely before the comedian opens his guitar case and sings about how tough it is being a cowboy in Rochdale.
It's called Die, Harding