shewho: (summer)
you know it's summer proper when you're watching comedy previews in [livejournal.com profile] diamond_geyser and [livejournal.com profile] drasticsturgeon's front room.

last week saw mark allen and terry saunders on wednesday tuesday. mark's show is called "....pet project" and features an awful lot of furries. despite this, and my (totally irrational) loathing of the aforementioned creatures, i do not vomit, and it is jolly good indeed. terry's show, in contrast, is called "figure 8", and i love elliot smith. it is a gloriously inventive love story.

***

thursday wednesday saw another front room preview. james dowdeswell and carey marx. the two shows complement each other wonderfully. james is a lovely chap trying to be a bit harder and nastier, and carey is trying to be cleaner and less wrong and filthy.

all four shows were shaping up quite wonderfully, and i have no hesitation in recommending all of 'em if you happen to be wandering around edinburgh this august. none at all.

***

also on wednesday some final ticket sorting was managed so that thursday d and i could head merrily off to latitude festival, wheeee! which was all jolly outdoors wholesome (as wholesome as i get) fun. tl;dr entry to follow at some point, hopefully before friday.

some top things though:
bands:
black kids
eli "paperboy" reed
seasick steve
elbow
sigur ros
the go! team

other:
managing to meet up with all the ace people that were in various places
the radio 4 tent
ross noble / robin ince - THE PEEL OFF
magic performer wristbands
MFMO
book club
stefan coward's ace play
SCREAMING book at bed time
the secret piano in the woods
&c &c &c....

of course, there were some less good incidents, fractionated camping, a bit of rain, a spot of illness, and man, the fun of illegally sneaking backstage was somewhat lessened by being actually *allowed*, but we'll leave all that for now.....
shewho: (summer)
you know it's summer proper when you're watching comedy previews in [livejournal.com profile] diamond_geyser and [livejournal.com profile] drasticsturgeon's front room.

last week saw mark allen and terry saunders on wednesday tuesday. mark's show is called "....pet project" and features an awful lot of furries. despite this, and my (totally irrational) loathing of the aforementioned creatures, i do not vomit, and it is jolly good indeed. terry's show, in contrast, is called "figure 8", and i love elliot smith. it is a gloriously inventive love story.

***

thursday wednesday saw another front room preview. james dowdeswell and carey marx. the two shows complement each other wonderfully. james is a lovely chap trying to be a bit harder and nastier, and carey is trying to be cleaner and less wrong and filthy.

all four shows were shaping up quite wonderfully, and i have no hesitation in recommending all of 'em if you happen to be wandering around edinburgh this august. none at all.

***

also on wednesday some final ticket sorting was managed so that thursday d and i could head merrily off to latitude festival, wheeee! which was all jolly outdoors wholesome (as wholesome as i get) fun. tl;dr entry to follow at some point, hopefully before friday.

some top things though:
bands:
black kids
eli "paperboy" reed
seasick steve
elbow
sigur ros
the go! team

other:
managing to meet up with all the ace people that were in various places
the radio 4 tent
ross noble / robin ince - THE PEEL OFF
magic performer wristbands
MFMO
book club
stefan coward's ace play
SCREAMING book at bed time
the secret piano in the woods
&c &c &c....

of course, there were some less good incidents, fractionated camping, a bit of rain, a spot of illness, and man, the fun of illegally sneaking backstage was somewhat lessened by being actually *allowed*, but we'll leave all that for now.....

idiot

Nov. 1st, 2007 12:24 pm
shewho: (bitter gothic tear)
i am a drunken idiot.

what i remember of book club was quite lovely, and funny, and yay. dinner of stinky cheese and half a bottle of wine doesn't help me stay sober. a further bottle of wine (BAD [livejournal.com profile] perfectlyvague) certainly helped matters take their usual, inevitable course. i hope i wasn't *too* embarrassing.

i have NO recollection of getting home, but apparently fell over in the bathroom, which would explain my bruised back.

overslept like an idiot. taking [livejournal.com profile] teaandcrumpets to the pub (ORANGE JUICE, watkins, ORANGE juice) for lunch. leaving early for more comedy. dedication to work is astounding. and mooners later!

i predict actual, proper, death.

cripes.

idiot

Nov. 1st, 2007 12:24 pm
shewho: (bitter gothic tear)
i am a drunken idiot.

what i remember of book club was quite lovely, and funny, and yay. dinner of stinky cheese and half a bottle of wine doesn't help me stay sober. a further bottle of wine (BAD [livejournal.com profile] perfectlyvague) certainly helped matters take their usual, inevitable course. i hope i wasn't *too* embarrassing.

i have NO recollection of getting home, but apparently fell over in the bathroom, which would explain my bruised back.

overslept like an idiot. taking [livejournal.com profile] teaandcrumpets to the pub (ORANGE JUICE, watkins, ORANGE juice) for lunch. leaving early for more comedy. dedication to work is astounding. and mooners later!

i predict actual, proper, death.

cripes.
shewho: (fancy a pint?)
Ah, there have been some days. I appear to not have a terrible amount to say for myself. Well, to you lot anyway. I've been brain dumping a bit privately. Cor, imagine if I got HACKED? End. Of. World.

Aaaaanyway.

Tuesday I met up with Ed and Angel for some incredibly tasty sushi goodness. (Word to the wise - Yo! Sushi are currently doing a 'Rainbow' offer, plate of each colour for a tenner. Very filling! Tempura soft-shell crab! Oh lord, hungry again now.....) Found Gemma and Dan (eventually!) in the Big Chill House, and then popped around the corner to see Feist at the Scala. I really like Feist, I do. But on Tuesday I wasn't feeling it. Downstairs was too crowded for me. Balconies were too vertiginous. I was in a Very Strange Mood (keep that dog away from me!) and we ended up sitting in a booth, chatting away, with the music as background. If ten-years-ago me could have seen me then, I think I'd have stabbed myself. But it was lovely! I'm getting rubbish at gig-going.

Wine inspired me to haggle with t-shirt touts, and I now own a neon green and pink monstrosity that will no doubt evaporate in the first wash. WHY??

***

Yesterday, that is Wednesday, was obviously Book Club at the Albany. I ate a proper dinner. Yet somehow it didn't count as a proper dinner either, as stupid hammeredness ensued. Shocked yet? Thought not. Anyway, Book Club was all lovely and random and endearingly disorganised, just like being in a field again. Functioning 3D glasses! Getting to shout out "your mum's house!" and it be appropriate!

Getting home was a nightmare. Obviously the Viccy line is under curfew because it was caught smoking with Sharon behind the bike sheds. BUT!!! Both Tuesday AND Wednesday the stupid overland train was non-functional. WHY?? Tubes / Leyton / buses make home possible, but I shouldn't be left to forage for functioning ftransport in such a way when inebriated. Poor chap (Welsh comedian, refresh my booze addled memory?) had the bad luck to bump into me on the tube. I talked IN HIS FACE all the way to Liverpool Street. Oh dear.

***

I am OBSESSED with Scrabulous on facebook. Seriously obsessed. I'm not tremendously good though. Well, good enough to beat some people, nowhere near good enough to play with the big boys. And it is mostly fellas that are kicking my ar5e. Having said that, I did just score my first 400 (nice and round, happy figure!) - sorry Cay!

'Tessellating' the tiles into blocks of words is my new favourite thing. Oh dear.

***

Fancy coming out to play tonight? As I am NOT at Secret Garden Party I am determined to have as much festival type fun as possible. This means, in the space of this evening I intend to:

♥ go out for a chat and a meal. You can't come!
♥ head over to Beautiful & Damned. I even have a Big Skirt in my bag, organisation! You can come!
♥ leave early to get back into town for Full Mooners at the Comedy Store. You can come!
♥ sleep on the roll out mattress cunningly stashed somewhere in my office. You can't come!
♥ die. You can do with that what you will!
shewho: (fancy a pint?)
Ah, there have been some days. I appear to not have a terrible amount to say for myself. Well, to you lot anyway. I've been brain dumping a bit privately. Cor, imagine if I got HACKED? End. Of. World.

Aaaaanyway.

Tuesday I met up with Ed and Angel for some incredibly tasty sushi goodness. (Word to the wise - Yo! Sushi are currently doing a 'Rainbow' offer, plate of each colour for a tenner. Very filling! Tempura soft-shell crab! Oh lord, hungry again now.....) Found Gemma and Dan (eventually!) in the Big Chill House, and then popped around the corner to see Feist at the Scala. I really like Feist, I do. But on Tuesday I wasn't feeling it. Downstairs was too crowded for me. Balconies were too vertiginous. I was in a Very Strange Mood (keep that dog away from me!) and we ended up sitting in a booth, chatting away, with the music as background. If ten-years-ago me could have seen me then, I think I'd have stabbed myself. But it was lovely! I'm getting rubbish at gig-going.

Wine inspired me to haggle with t-shirt touts, and I now own a neon green and pink monstrosity that will no doubt evaporate in the first wash. WHY??

***

Yesterday, that is Wednesday, was obviously Book Club at the Albany. I ate a proper dinner. Yet somehow it didn't count as a proper dinner either, as stupid hammeredness ensued. Shocked yet? Thought not. Anyway, Book Club was all lovely and random and endearingly disorganised, just like being in a field again. Functioning 3D glasses! Getting to shout out "your mum's house!" and it be appropriate!

Getting home was a nightmare. Obviously the Viccy line is under curfew because it was caught smoking with Sharon behind the bike sheds. BUT!!! Both Tuesday AND Wednesday the stupid overland train was non-functional. WHY?? Tubes / Leyton / buses make home possible, but I shouldn't be left to forage for functioning ftransport in such a way when inebriated. Poor chap (Welsh comedian, refresh my booze addled memory?) had the bad luck to bump into me on the tube. I talked IN HIS FACE all the way to Liverpool Street. Oh dear.

***

I am OBSESSED with Scrabulous on facebook. Seriously obsessed. I'm not tremendously good though. Well, good enough to beat some people, nowhere near good enough to play with the big boys. And it is mostly fellas that are kicking my ar5e. Having said that, I did just score my first 400 (nice and round, happy figure!) - sorry Cay!

'Tessellating' the tiles into blocks of words is my new favourite thing. Oh dear.

***

Fancy coming out to play tonight? As I am NOT at Secret Garden Party I am determined to have as much festival type fun as possible. This means, in the space of this evening I intend to:

♥ go out for a chat and a meal. You can't come!
♥ head over to Beautiful & Damned. I even have a Big Skirt in my bag, organisation! You can come!
♥ leave early to get back into town for Full Mooners at the Comedy Store. You can come!
♥ sleep on the roll out mattress cunningly stashed somewhere in my office. You can't come!
♥ die. You can do with that what you will!
shewho: (objection)
I should have had my final* filling this morning, but my dentist cancelled on me, ill. This is the 2nd out of 3 appointments total where he’s done this, and the other one I fear he was drunk / hungover. I’m a bit wary of my dentist.

~~~

It has been a week of endings. I have FINALLY finished Phoenix Wright 2, hurrah! Edgeworth remains totty, Franziska remains irritating, a busty dead woman in a child’s clothes / body remains Quite Wrong. What next? Shall I attempt to catch up to [livejournal.com profile] p_dan_tic in Hotel Dusk? Or train my brain a bit? Or even let [livejournal.com profile] p_dan_tic have his console back? Decisions!

~~~

Also finished: Leaving Dirty Jersey by James Salant (thank you [livejournal.com profile] barrysarll ). A true account of descent into crystal meth addiction and the accompanying filthy lifestyle. I’m in 2 minds about this book. My thinking mind doesn’t find it desperately engaging, and a lot of the time I’ve been thinking ‘so what?’, but occasionally, as was the case this morning, I have managed to de-tune my brain to a Sunday-afternoon-way-home-from-Friday state of being, and all the crazy decisions suddenly make sense and are reasonable, and *I’m* losing track of time and what day it is and what’s real, so perhaps the book is doing exactly what it should do.

My major gripe would be a lack of description of what it actually feels like when doing meth. Everything else sounds so sordid, there has to be a payback. What is it? It only makes me more curious, which is Very Dangerous. Actually, there is a fabulous** description of an overdose, which had me thinking ‘oooh that sounds intriguing, must try it someday’ before catching the thought and slapping myself hard in the face.

I don’t think I should ever try crystal meth. Which isn’t to say I wouldn’t. This book has not changed my mind. I (mentally) walk a dangerous tightrope of complete hedonist*** (More, more, more! Must try EVERYTHING! New experience? Yes! Please!) and extreme control freak**** which mostly keeps me in check. Well, there’s a whole range of checks and balances, but it mainly works. Perhaps I’ll not mess with it.

Next book on the list: Naked Lunch. I feel like tackling it again. Last time I tried I couldn’t really get into it properly. Time to give it another go…

~~~

Last night, return to the Book Club at the Albany. Pretty quiet numbers wise, but fun. Accidental drinking of too much wine***** and being seated at the front means I get to be [livejournal.com profile] martylog’s autocue. Try very hard not to sing along in a karaoke style. This is hard when a [livejournal.com profile] shewho is on stage and there is music. Sorry! Phil Jeays sensibly turns down my offer of repeat word carrying, and uses a music stand, boo. I like the Phil Jeays band, but I’m more’n happy just to see them live occasionally, rather than listen to stuff at home. I also like Tom Bell and his mate Ed’s (?) sketch. Jo Neary reads old diaries. Man, if only I could find my diary. I called it Christian. Guess why! I like Natalie Haynes. I like Dan Trap. I like Chris Neill. I like Robin Ince. WHY WON’T HE READ FROM THE CRAZY BEATLES LADY BOOK THE BIG TEASE? Ahem. Peter Buckley Hill weirds me out with bottom obsessing. I have forgotten to tell [livejournal.com profile] braisedbywolves why he scared me before. What else was there? I dunno. Wine. I had a lovely evening.

~~~

Oh, and I’ve got a daemon too. It would appear to be a mouse. A mouse!! I ask you. Anyway, under the cut you can click and see if you agree with the outcome or not. Change me into a ferret or a cockroach, who knows!










* For the moment
** ‘Fabulous’? Bad choice of word. Probably.
*** Thanks mum…
**** Thanks dad…
***** Yeah, yeah, I know. Had a duck egg on toast as emergency feel better breakfast. Found 1/3 a bottle of wine in my bag. Err, hurrah for screwtops?
shewho: (objection)
I should have had my final* filling this morning, but my dentist cancelled on me, ill. This is the 2nd out of 3 appointments total where he’s done this, and the other one I fear he was drunk / hungover. I’m a bit wary of my dentist.

~~~

It has been a week of endings. I have FINALLY finished Phoenix Wright 2, hurrah! Edgeworth remains totty, Franziska remains irritating, a busty dead woman in a child’s clothes / body remains Quite Wrong. What next? Shall I attempt to catch up to [livejournal.com profile] p_dan_tic in Hotel Dusk? Or train my brain a bit? Or even let [livejournal.com profile] p_dan_tic have his console back? Decisions!

~~~

Also finished: Leaving Dirty Jersey by James Salant (thank you [livejournal.com profile] barrysarll ). A true account of descent into crystal meth addiction and the accompanying filthy lifestyle. I’m in 2 minds about this book. My thinking mind doesn’t find it desperately engaging, and a lot of the time I’ve been thinking ‘so what?’, but occasionally, as was the case this morning, I have managed to de-tune my brain to a Sunday-afternoon-way-home-from-Friday state of being, and all the crazy decisions suddenly make sense and are reasonable, and *I’m* losing track of time and what day it is and what’s real, so perhaps the book is doing exactly what it should do.

My major gripe would be a lack of description of what it actually feels like when doing meth. Everything else sounds so sordid, there has to be a payback. What is it? It only makes me more curious, which is Very Dangerous. Actually, there is a fabulous** description of an overdose, which had me thinking ‘oooh that sounds intriguing, must try it someday’ before catching the thought and slapping myself hard in the face.

I don’t think I should ever try crystal meth. Which isn’t to say I wouldn’t. This book has not changed my mind. I (mentally) walk a dangerous tightrope of complete hedonist*** (More, more, more! Must try EVERYTHING! New experience? Yes! Please!) and extreme control freak**** which mostly keeps me in check. Well, there’s a whole range of checks and balances, but it mainly works. Perhaps I’ll not mess with it.

Next book on the list: Naked Lunch. I feel like tackling it again. Last time I tried I couldn’t really get into it properly. Time to give it another go…

~~~

Last night, return to the Book Club at the Albany. Pretty quiet numbers wise, but fun. Accidental drinking of too much wine***** and being seated at the front means I get to be [livejournal.com profile] martylog’s autocue. Try very hard not to sing along in a karaoke style. This is hard when a [livejournal.com profile] shewho is on stage and there is music. Sorry! Phil Jeays sensibly turns down my offer of repeat word carrying, and uses a music stand, boo. I like the Phil Jeays band, but I’m more’n happy just to see them live occasionally, rather than listen to stuff at home. I also like Tom Bell and his mate Ed’s (?) sketch. Jo Neary reads old diaries. Man, if only I could find my diary. I called it Christian. Guess why! I like Natalie Haynes. I like Dan Trap. I like Chris Neill. I like Robin Ince. WHY WON’T HE READ FROM THE CRAZY BEATLES LADY BOOK THE BIG TEASE? Ahem. Peter Buckley Hill weirds me out with bottom obsessing. I have forgotten to tell [livejournal.com profile] braisedbywolves why he scared me before. What else was there? I dunno. Wine. I had a lovely evening.

~~~

Oh, and I’ve got a daemon too. It would appear to be a mouse. A mouse!! I ask you. Anyway, under the cut you can click and see if you agree with the outcome or not. Change me into a ferret or a cockroach, who knows!










* For the moment
** ‘Fabulous’? Bad choice of word. Probably.
*** Thanks mum…
**** Thanks dad…
***** Yeah, yeah, I know. Had a duck egg on toast as emergency feel better breakfast. Found 1/3 a bottle of wine in my bag. Err, hurrah for screwtops?
shewho: (maccatastic)
In which I shall endeavour to record shows we saw and nothing more of import. We shall see!

SUNDAY
First flaw in plan - arrive at station to find the Cavalcade about to start and [livejournal.com profile] diamond_geyser's directions impossible to follow due to marching bands and policemen. Fail to get to flat to dump bags. Head straight to first venue for....

Jim Henson's Puppet Improv (for kids)
What a wonderful way to ease us into the festival. Muppets! I am very glad we saw this version, children's minds being far less obsessed with beer and s3x than adults, and suggestions being *completely* bizarre. The aliens were my favourite thing, followed closely by a chair of hotdogs. No, I'm not going to explain. I don't have to!

This is followed by....

The Book Club
...which I'm sure was its usual entertaining self, but by now I have actually seen so many Book Clubs in weird and wonderful places that they are all running a little bit into one in my head. One joyous over-running occasion of mirth. Or something. Plus I'm starting to get Very Hungry. Luckily there is time for the first pint of the holiday and a meaty cheesy sandwich before....

Gary le Strange - Beef Scarecrow
I love this with ALL of my heart. I've heard all the songs already at various things, and some of the inbetween stories and poetry, and I could hear it again a million times. In fact, I've earwormed my self with "When I'm Prime Minister" already. Aaaah. The songs are funny, and surreal, and I think I like them independently of that anyway. I refrain from phoning [livejournal.com profile] perfectlyvague during "Secret Wolf".

We go and wait for everyone else to leave Mark Watson (I can't believe I missed *all* of his shows dammnit!) and then tis time for...

Natalie Haynes - Watching the Detectives
Tricky this. I do love Natalie. And I do love daytime detective drama. But I have to agree (with chortle) that the show as a whole doesn't hang together incredibly well. I disagree completely that she should pander to people who don't KNOW the Johnny Cash episode of Columbo, these people are bad and wrong and should be shot.

Simon Amstell
..... is brilliant. Though I have to say this because of his vanity searching on the internet. Tis true though! Although [livejournal.com profile] pataka and I are constantly distracted by wanting to pull up his trousers. Sorry Simon!

Dirty Book Club
Had enough Book Club? Not We! Book Club with added s3x. And oh my word, some of the wrongest things I have heard in my life. Robin has a FILTHY book of fantasies, that scares me. The "s3x off" turns into some cannibal/incest/rape horror, which [livejournal.com profile] catbo judges via aria with her usual aplomb. How can this filth be funny?! It is. However, having failed to get to the flat all day and still carrying bags means that I am not as thrilled as I normally would be with the 3 hours instead of 1 hour advertised, especially as I crave gin. Be thankful I never managed to make that crack.

Bed by 3.30am, possibly the earliest.

*****

MONDAY
Monday starts in a hardcore 3-plays-in-a-row fashion. First is....

True West
....starring Phil Nicol and another chap who I keep forgetting the name of as 2 bickering estranged brothers. I like it. Not love, but like. Phil Nicoll really is good at this acting malarky. Better though, are the millions of toaster and real toast. I hope it doesn't go to waste afterwards.......! Somehow I end up sitting next to an actual mental who won't sit still at all, which makes me uncomfortable and on edge for teh duration. Thanks there, mental.

The mental also appears to be in the queue for....

Levelland by Rich Hall
Luckily I don't have to sit near him.
Rich Hall's play (starring himself and featuring a scarier-than-usual Mike Wilmott) is about oil and a DJ and America. I'm enjoying it, but it is very worthy and quite hard work. I am an idiot, and I doze off in the warm dark. I still catch most of it, but doh! at my stupid face.

Talk Radio
This is my favourite play of the day. Phil Nicol again takes the lead role,. this time as a shock-type DJ. Stewart Lee has directed it. Despite the lack of movement around stage (pretty much mostly 3 'static' characters in a row) I am completely mesmerised. Phil Nicol REALLY REALLY is a great actor. (NB t'other half dislikes this play immensely.)

We bump into people before the next show, and figure there is time for pizza. We get pizza. There isn't really time for pizza, and most goes to waste. Which is a shame because we were rushing for......

This is not About the Simpsons
....by Harry Shearer. And his wife. In fact, more his wife singing dull songs (in a nice enough voice) than Harry Shearer. Which is *almost* a blessing as he isn't being particularly funny. I'd have walked out of this if I wasn't so gosh darn British. Thankfully......

Robin Ince & Martin White
...are perfectly timed to make me forget about the previous horrors. Admittedly I've seen much of the material being worked on, but it was all drawn together so beautifully it made me very happy indeed and was the first show to make me want to give it a little kiss on the forehead for being so ace. "..magic man dunnit..." is clearly a panacea for all, everyone was in a much better mood afterwards.

And decided to go and see a show I'd been flyered for in Newcastle. On the train.

The Murder Show - 24 Ways to Die
This runs on an interactive who-dunnit sort of basis. A different comedian is killed every night in Club Sandwich (in some very scary cellars of dooom!). And with the aid of various skits and clues the audience has to work out who the killer is. We got Jason Wood. Who was ace in a kilt, and then dead. [Regular [livejournal.com profile] shewho readers may remember him as the poor man who gave me a lift all the way to Walthamstow once when I was incapable after the Monday Club once....]
Paul Trap was very good indeed, especially when picking on people I know! (D won a book signed by Terence Trent D'Arby. Aka Paul Trap. Gullible fool!)
It was marvellous fun, [livejournal.com profile] diamond_geyser's questions rule, and I failed to recognise Christian Reilly with his silly wig, which is apparently not a wig AT ALL, but I can't see how real hair would do that. Anyway, DON'T MENTION MY BREASTS!

I chose the right killer. Hurrah!

I think there was an earlyish night this night. I can't remember. There may have been a red witch or 2.

........Edinburgh update to be continued another time......
shewho: (maccatastic)
In which I shall endeavour to record shows we saw and nothing more of import. We shall see!

SUNDAY
First flaw in plan - arrive at station to find the Cavalcade about to start and [livejournal.com profile] diamond_geyser's directions impossible to follow due to marching bands and policemen. Fail to get to flat to dump bags. Head straight to first venue for....

Jim Henson's Puppet Improv (for kids)
What a wonderful way to ease us into the festival. Muppets! I am very glad we saw this version, children's minds being far less obsessed with beer and s3x than adults, and suggestions being *completely* bizarre. The aliens were my favourite thing, followed closely by a chair of hotdogs. No, I'm not going to explain. I don't have to!

This is followed by....

The Book Club
...which I'm sure was its usual entertaining self, but by now I have actually seen so many Book Clubs in weird and wonderful places that they are all running a little bit into one in my head. One joyous over-running occasion of mirth. Or something. Plus I'm starting to get Very Hungry. Luckily there is time for the first pint of the holiday and a meaty cheesy sandwich before....

Gary le Strange - Beef Scarecrow
I love this with ALL of my heart. I've heard all the songs already at various things, and some of the inbetween stories and poetry, and I could hear it again a million times. In fact, I've earwormed my self with "When I'm Prime Minister" already. Aaaah. The songs are funny, and surreal, and I think I like them independently of that anyway. I refrain from phoning [livejournal.com profile] perfectlyvague during "Secret Wolf".

We go and wait for everyone else to leave Mark Watson (I can't believe I missed *all* of his shows dammnit!) and then tis time for...

Natalie Haynes - Watching the Detectives
Tricky this. I do love Natalie. And I do love daytime detective drama. But I have to agree (with chortle) that the show as a whole doesn't hang together incredibly well. I disagree completely that she should pander to people who don't KNOW the Johnny Cash episode of Columbo, these people are bad and wrong and should be shot.

Simon Amstell
..... is brilliant. Though I have to say this because of his vanity searching on the internet. Tis true though! Although [livejournal.com profile] pataka and I are constantly distracted by wanting to pull up his trousers. Sorry Simon!

Dirty Book Club
Had enough Book Club? Not We! Book Club with added s3x. And oh my word, some of the wrongest things I have heard in my life. Robin has a FILTHY book of fantasies, that scares me. The "s3x off" turns into some cannibal/incest/rape horror, which [livejournal.com profile] catbo judges via aria with her usual aplomb. How can this filth be funny?! It is. However, having failed to get to the flat all day and still carrying bags means that I am not as thrilled as I normally would be with the 3 hours instead of 1 hour advertised, especially as I crave gin. Be thankful I never managed to make that crack.

Bed by 3.30am, possibly the earliest.

*****

MONDAY
Monday starts in a hardcore 3-plays-in-a-row fashion. First is....

True West
....starring Phil Nicol and another chap who I keep forgetting the name of as 2 bickering estranged brothers. I like it. Not love, but like. Phil Nicoll really is good at this acting malarky. Better though, are the millions of toaster and real toast. I hope it doesn't go to waste afterwards.......! Somehow I end up sitting next to an actual mental who won't sit still at all, which makes me uncomfortable and on edge for teh duration. Thanks there, mental.

The mental also appears to be in the queue for....

Levelland by Rich Hall
Luckily I don't have to sit near him.
Rich Hall's play (starring himself and featuring a scarier-than-usual Mike Wilmott) is about oil and a DJ and America. I'm enjoying it, but it is very worthy and quite hard work. I am an idiot, and I doze off in the warm dark. I still catch most of it, but doh! at my stupid face.

Talk Radio
This is my favourite play of the day. Phil Nicol again takes the lead role,. this time as a shock-type DJ. Stewart Lee has directed it. Despite the lack of movement around stage (pretty much mostly 3 'static' characters in a row) I am completely mesmerised. Phil Nicol REALLY REALLY is a great actor. (NB t'other half dislikes this play immensely.)

We bump into people before the next show, and figure there is time for pizza. We get pizza. There isn't really time for pizza, and most goes to waste. Which is a shame because we were rushing for......

This is not About the Simpsons
....by Harry Shearer. And his wife. In fact, more his wife singing dull songs (in a nice enough voice) than Harry Shearer. Which is *almost* a blessing as he isn't being particularly funny. I'd have walked out of this if I wasn't so gosh darn British. Thankfully......

Robin Ince & Martin White
...are perfectly timed to make me forget about the previous horrors. Admittedly I've seen much of the material being worked on, but it was all drawn together so beautifully it made me very happy indeed and was the first show to make me want to give it a little kiss on the forehead for being so ace. "..magic man dunnit..." is clearly a panacea for all, everyone was in a much better mood afterwards.

And decided to go and see a show I'd been flyered for in Newcastle. On the train.

The Murder Show - 24 Ways to Die
This runs on an interactive who-dunnit sort of basis. A different comedian is killed every night in Club Sandwich (in some very scary cellars of dooom!). And with the aid of various skits and clues the audience has to work out who the killer is. We got Jason Wood. Who was ace in a kilt, and then dead. [Regular [livejournal.com profile] shewho readers may remember him as the poor man who gave me a lift all the way to Walthamstow once when I was incapable after the Monday Club once....]
Paul Trap was very good indeed, especially when picking on people I know! (D won a book signed by Terence Trent D'Arby. Aka Paul Trap. Gullible fool!)
It was marvellous fun, [livejournal.com profile] diamond_geyser's questions rule, and I failed to recognise Christian Reilly with his silly wig, which is apparently not a wig AT ALL, but I can't see how real hair would do that. Anyway, DON'T MENTION MY BREASTS!

I chose the right killer. Hurrah!

I think there was an earlyish night this night. I can't remember. There may have been a red witch or 2.

........Edinburgh update to be continued another time......
shewho: (thumbs up)
Long time coming! But it would appear that I have nothing better to do today at work.

WARNING!!!!!! LOTS OF WORDS ALERT!!!!

Thursday )

Friday )

Saturday )

Sunday )

The Book Club )

We rounded off Sunday evening in the Guilty Pleasures tent. Now, I hate the thinking behind guilty pleasures, why should you feel guilty about any of the songs? I mean, tis almost as bad as liking things IRONICALLY. Grrrr. But anyway, there was dancing the night away to brilliant things, with a possee of friends, most of the Book Club-ians, other comedians, poetry representatives and a fella who had played the main stage. Happy, smiling, drunken people. Rob Newman starting folk dancing.

It got a bit much, and I lay on my back in the dewy grass staring at the stars. Lovely.

*****

Special Wings mentions to:

♥ Jo Neary for Denny Laine / Penny Lane. I hadn't noticed! Hee
♥ Charlie, for giving my 'better than Morrissey' argument merit.

*****

Monday was a shock, as [livejournal.com profile] diamond_geyser and I got in a taxi at half 5 to get the train straight into our respective workplaces. Not as much of a shock as for the regular "Train Gang" whose seats we had unwittingly taken. They tried not to catch our sleepy eyes. Perhaps because we were muttering about maggots and swans called Michael and generally not making sense.

*****

Who fancies it next year, eh? ;)
shewho: (thumbs up)
Long time coming! But it would appear that I have nothing better to do today at work.

WARNING!!!!!! LOTS OF WORDS ALERT!!!!

Thursday )

Friday )

Saturday )

Sunday )

The Book Club )

We rounded off Sunday evening in the Guilty Pleasures tent. Now, I hate the thinking behind guilty pleasures, why should you feel guilty about any of the songs? I mean, tis almost as bad as liking things IRONICALLY. Grrrr. But anyway, there was dancing the night away to brilliant things, with a possee of friends, most of the Book Club-ians, other comedians, poetry representatives and a fella who had played the main stage. Happy, smiling, drunken people. Rob Newman starting folk dancing.

It got a bit much, and I lay on my back in the dewy grass staring at the stars. Lovely.

*****

Special Wings mentions to:

♥ Jo Neary for Denny Laine / Penny Lane. I hadn't noticed! Hee
♥ Charlie, for giving my 'better than Morrissey' argument merit.

*****

Monday was a shock, as [livejournal.com profile] diamond_geyser and I got in a taxi at half 5 to get the train straight into our respective workplaces. Not as much of a shock as for the regular "Train Gang" whose seats we had unwittingly taken. They tried not to catch our sleepy eyes. Perhaps because we were muttering about maggots and swans called Michael and generally not making sense.

*****

Who fancies it next year, eh? ;)
shewho: (ginbooze)
Book Club last night was a little bit *weird*. Kind of like if your best friend had come round but was off their face on smack and didn't really know what was going on.

(ha!)

It *was* kind of a bit like when it first started, not hugely busy, endearingly shamblic and unpolished, but also very funny. Mostly.

There were highs:

♥ watching Big Howard eat his dinner as a punishment for his backscreen frolics :)

[livejournal.com profile] martylog's accordian choices of Sabotage, Total Eclipse of the Heart, and one of his own, which I cannot remember the name of but was marvellous.

Chris Neill debating blacking-up for his Edinburgh show(!)Luckily this was also my most sober Book Club in a long while because otherwise I would have introduced myself as 'the whitest black person you'll ever meet'. I sat on my hand instead. Chris also made a couple of my companions incapable with laughter with a slightly mean gag about The Trap. Heh.

Robin Ince's bit with Martin (ranting about creationism) I thought worked very well, bodes well for Edinburgh!

Little Howard. Or rather, a story about pyjamas made of bees! I got a little over excited at the idea of a dressing gown made of ladybirds :D (I'm actually well on my way, I am always covered in at least 2 ladybirds and 2 bees at the moment.....)

♥ ♥ ♥ John Hegley*, however, was pretty much one of the best things I have ever seen, ever. Now, I do remember seeing him live at the Water Rats before (was he on a bill with The Vichy Government and The Free French or something? Or is this my imagination?) but despite thinking it was pretty good I was not over awed. Last night I GOT it. Mesmerising, rhythmic, speaking and singing (with Martin accompanying) and eeeeeee. More Please! I may have to try and fit him into the Edinburgh schedule......

******

Somehow it all went a bit wrong. Do I blame beer? Do I blame Johnny Candon? I don't know, but for the first time in forever I got bored, fidgety and almost angry. Johnny wouldn't leave the stage. It went on forever. Hmmmm.

I volunteer to be in posession of a big crooked stick and drag off the naugty ones. Seriously. I am not to be messed with!

So by the time Josie Long got a look in I wanted to go home and was crotchety, although I am still impressed with [livejournal.com profile] diamond_geyser getting the chinese whisper joke wrong as the 1st person in the chain!

Strange night. Would I have noticed if I was my usual drunken self? Who can say.

2 strikes, Mr Candon, 2 strikes......... ;P

******

hitler cats. offered without much comment. mostly because i can't remember the name of the comedian who brought them to our attention....




* Good god do I really have a slight crush on John Hegley?!

NB this entry uses the phrase "kind of like" too much. I blame Croydon.
shewho: (ginbooze)
Book Club last night was a little bit *weird*. Kind of like if your best friend had come round but was off their face on smack and didn't really know what was going on.

(ha!)

It *was* kind of a bit like when it first started, not hugely busy, endearingly shamblic and unpolished, but also very funny. Mostly.

There were highs:

♥ watching Big Howard eat his dinner as a punishment for his backscreen frolics :)

[livejournal.com profile] martylog's accordian choices of Sabotage, Total Eclipse of the Heart, and one of his own, which I cannot remember the name of but was marvellous.

Chris Neill debating blacking-up for his Edinburgh show(!)Luckily this was also my most sober Book Club in a long while because otherwise I would have introduced myself as 'the whitest black person you'll ever meet'. I sat on my hand instead. Chris also made a couple of my companions incapable with laughter with a slightly mean gag about The Trap. Heh.

Robin Ince's bit with Martin (ranting about creationism) I thought worked very well, bodes well for Edinburgh!

Little Howard. Or rather, a story about pyjamas made of bees! I got a little over excited at the idea of a dressing gown made of ladybirds :D (I'm actually well on my way, I am always covered in at least 2 ladybirds and 2 bees at the moment.....)

♥ ♥ ♥ John Hegley*, however, was pretty much one of the best things I have ever seen, ever. Now, I do remember seeing him live at the Water Rats before (was he on a bill with The Vichy Government and The Free French or something? Or is this my imagination?) but despite thinking it was pretty good I was not over awed. Last night I GOT it. Mesmerising, rhythmic, speaking and singing (with Martin accompanying) and eeeeeee. More Please! I may have to try and fit him into the Edinburgh schedule......

******

Somehow it all went a bit wrong. Do I blame beer? Do I blame Johnny Candon? I don't know, but for the first time in forever I got bored, fidgety and almost angry. Johnny wouldn't leave the stage. It went on forever. Hmmmm.

I volunteer to be in posession of a big crooked stick and drag off the naugty ones. Seriously. I am not to be messed with!

So by the time Josie Long got a look in I wanted to go home and was crotchety, although I am still impressed with [livejournal.com profile] diamond_geyser getting the chinese whisper joke wrong as the 1st person in the chain!

Strange night. Would I have noticed if I was my usual drunken self? Who can say.

2 strikes, Mr Candon, 2 strikes......... ;P

******

hitler cats. offered without much comment. mostly because i can't remember the name of the comedian who brought them to our attention....




* Good god do I really have a slight crush on John Hegley?!

NB this entry uses the phrase "kind of like" too much. I blame Croydon.
shewho: (stolen paul)
Fantastic Book Club last night after what felt like a slow start. Highlight of the evening has to be [livejournal.com profile] martylog performing 'Hello', ably assisted by a blind Josie Long and Johnny Candon. I'm chuckling just thinking about it!

Also brilliant were The Safe & Sounders, and headline act Russell Brand. Who I expected to want to beat with sticks, because I DO NOT LIKE BB Big Mouth ONE LITTLE BIT, but he was pretty darned funny. And scarily tall!

Appreciated - Peter Buckley-Hill's anti Heather Mills song. Y'all know why.

I now have a favourite The Trap. Rest easy girls. Not *yours*. (And not like that either, I just love his facial expressions).

I was drunk and annoying all the way home and don't deserve this tasty brie and bacon sarnie sitting on my desk, but I'm haivng it anyway.

(Oh yes, and D wins at floors!)



(the internet appears to be imploding today! lawks.)
shewho: (stolen paul)
Fantastic Book Club last night after what felt like a slow start. Highlight of the evening has to be [livejournal.com profile] martylog performing 'Hello', ably assisted by a blind Josie Long and Johnny Candon. I'm chuckling just thinking about it!

Also brilliant were The Safe & Sounders, and headline act Russell Brand. Who I expected to want to beat with sticks, because I DO NOT LIKE BB Big Mouth ONE LITTLE BIT, but he was pretty darned funny. And scarily tall!

Appreciated - Peter Buckley-Hill's anti Heather Mills song. Y'all know why.

I now have a favourite The Trap. Rest easy girls. Not *yours*. (And not like that either, I just love his facial expressions).

I was drunk and annoying all the way home and don't deserve this tasty brie and bacon sarnie sitting on my desk, but I'm haivng it anyway.

(Oh yes, and D wins at floors!)



(the internet appears to be imploding today! lawks.)
shewho: (flash boom bang)
I love The Book Club.

I love Asher Treleaven (sp?). He is my new favourite.

(I am very shallow, it is very easy to become my new favourite. You just have to use some Meat Loaf in your act!)

*****

Other moments of particular note from last night:

The Trap playing [livejournal.com profile] martylog like an accordian. In fact, Martin's talky ranty bits during Kiss. Very good, the way forward.

Johnny Candon with the giggles.

Robin in a *spit* Heather Mills-Macca wig.

Stephen Merchant. I liked him, D hated him. Hmmmm.

Tim Key. I always forget I love him. Tis always then an ace surprise!

Peter Buckley's Slobodan Milosevic (ack I really can't spell today!) song.

Paul Trap and his scary-yet-compulsive-watching-dancing.

I was meant to tell Natalie Haynes something about Monk, but I can't for the life of me remember what.
shewho: (flash boom bang)
I love The Book Club.

I love Asher Treleaven (sp?). He is my new favourite.

(I am very shallow, it is very easy to become my new favourite. You just have to use some Meat Loaf in your act!)

*****

Other moments of particular note from last night:

The Trap playing [livejournal.com profile] martylog like an accordian. In fact, Martin's talky ranty bits during Kiss. Very good, the way forward.

Johnny Candon with the giggles.

Robin in a *spit* Heather Mills-Macca wig.

Stephen Merchant. I liked him, D hated him. Hmmmm.

Tim Key. I always forget I love him. Tis always then an ace surprise!

Peter Buckley's Slobodan Milosevic (ack I really can't spell today!) song.

Paul Trap and his scary-yet-compulsive-watching-dancing.

I was meant to tell Natalie Haynes something about Monk, but I can't for the life of me remember what.
shewho: (fancy a pint?)
We won a quiz last night.

And thank the lord we did, because otherwise [livejournal.com profile] p_dan_tic may have exploded. Or decapitated [livejournal.com profile] stephens, one or the other.

Argh!

Anyway, we one a gert big Readers Digest book and a DVD of The Fix, which I was really hoping was some bizarre cultist nonsense.

I have it here at work, but not only do I not have a soundcard, I don't have a DVD drive. Hi tech, baby, hi tech.

Not to be thwarted I went to the website and I have to say I am mightily disappointed. And Robin Ince's face is at the top. Scam! I'll just have to get the 123 home and hope I can get my 'fix' (oh ho ho ho see what I did there?) of cultist nonsense from whistling toothed religious man. (Although this depends very much on if I go and play serious poker with some proper players with glasses and hats and all that jazz.)

ETA: JUUUUUUUUDY!!!!
shewho: (fancy a pint?)
We won a quiz last night.

And thank the lord we did, because otherwise [livejournal.com profile] p_dan_tic may have exploded. Or decapitated [livejournal.com profile] stephens, one or the other.

Argh!

Anyway, we one a gert big Readers Digest book and a DVD of The Fix, which I was really hoping was some bizarre cultist nonsense.

I have it here at work, but not only do I not have a soundcard, I don't have a DVD drive. Hi tech, baby, hi tech.

Not to be thwarted I went to the website and I have to say I am mightily disappointed. And Robin Ince's face is at the top. Scam! I'll just have to get the 123 home and hope I can get my 'fix' (oh ho ho ho see what I did there?) of cultist nonsense from whistling toothed religious man. (Although this depends very much on if I go and play serious poker with some proper players with glasses and hats and all that jazz.)

ETA: JUUUUUUUUDY!!!!

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