shewho: (conchords)
Criminy, I feel so apathetic at the moment. Let's see if I can be bothered typing and finishing this. I expect it will be brief. And full of gloom. Is this what the run up to 30 is like?

Saturday )

***

sunday )

***

Monday )

***

Tuesday )

***

Wednesday )

***

Thursday )

***

The End.

***


Shows Seen = 24.

Top Five (in no particular order):

  • Tim Minchin
  • Alex Horne
  • David O'Doherty (Kids show)
  • Elizabeth and Raleigh
  • Honourable Men of Art. Or perhaps Ms Emin. Yes. The actual art.
  • shewho: (conchords)
    Criminy, I feel so apathetic at the moment. Let's see if I can be bothered typing and finishing this. I expect it will be brief. And full of gloom. Is this what the run up to 30 is like?

    Saturday )

    ***

    sunday )

    ***

    Monday )

    ***

    Tuesday )

    ***

    Wednesday )

    ***

    Thursday )

    ***

    The End.

    ***


    Shows Seen = 24.

    Top Five (in no particular order):

  • Tim Minchin
  • Alex Horne
  • David O'Doherty (Kids show)
  • Elizabeth and Raleigh
  • Honourable Men of Art. Or perhaps Ms Emin. Yes. The actual art.
  • shewho: (bitter gothic tear)
    1. Poland in January. During return trip someone jumps in front of the Stansted Express somewhere in way outside Edmonton and train is held for approximately 4hrs whilst we await coaches. Very. Late. Night.

    2. Rome, also in January. En route to Stansted we discover no trains are actually running and there's no idea when they will be. Argh.

    3. ATP in May. I oversleep not only through the bus I want to catch but several afterwards. Still make train by skin of my teeth. Stink.

    4. Secret Garden Party in July. My companions break down on the way there, meaning lifts to and from with parentals. Which means leaving early on the Sunday and missing lovely St Etienne.

    5. Edinburgh, yesterday. Rain of almost biblical proportions the previous day means half of Scotland is flooded. Having been through Waverley station twice you'd have thought I may have noticed all the cancelled trains heading south. Oblivious. Arrive for actual train. Realise there aren't any. Realise have just missed the last useful connection that would have taken us to the less waterlogged West coast. Sulk a bit. Blame Patrick Monahan. The 'I'm only saying it's possible, certainly not definite' train a couple of hours later arrives. Tube ninja skills get me a sneaky seat. Train moves. Hurrah! Train gets later and later due to water and traffic. Am finally in bed by about 3am.

    Though looking on the bright side, I *did* wedge on the train. I *did* get home almost on the day I planned. This can only be good luck brought to me by touching the LUCKY STAR on Chat Magazine's psychic page. I mean, look at the evidence! Louise, (I think) from somewhere, touched the star last week and got a promotion in the lap dancing bar. Go girl!




    This entry to demonstrate I'm back from hols and not still stranded in Scotland. If I've missed anything vital please let me know here! I cannot read the entire internets, you know....
    shewho: (bitter gothic tear)
    1. Poland in January. During return trip someone jumps in front of the Stansted Express somewhere in way outside Edmonton and train is held for approximately 4hrs whilst we await coaches. Very. Late. Night.

    2. Rome, also in January. En route to Stansted we discover no trains are actually running and there's no idea when they will be. Argh.

    3. ATP in May. I oversleep not only through the bus I want to catch but several afterwards. Still make train by skin of my teeth. Stink.

    4. Secret Garden Party in July. My companions break down on the way there, meaning lifts to and from with parentals. Which means leaving early on the Sunday and missing lovely St Etienne.

    5. Edinburgh, yesterday. Rain of almost biblical proportions the previous day means half of Scotland is flooded. Having been through Waverley station twice you'd have thought I may have noticed all the cancelled trains heading south. Oblivious. Arrive for actual train. Realise there aren't any. Realise have just missed the last useful connection that would have taken us to the less waterlogged West coast. Sulk a bit. Blame Patrick Monahan. The 'I'm only saying it's possible, certainly not definite' train a couple of hours later arrives. Tube ninja skills get me a sneaky seat. Train moves. Hurrah! Train gets later and later due to water and traffic. Am finally in bed by about 3am.

    Though looking on the bright side, I *did* wedge on the train. I *did* get home almost on the day I planned. This can only be good luck brought to me by touching the LUCKY STAR on Chat Magazine's psychic page. I mean, look at the evidence! Louise, (I think) from somewhere, touched the star last week and got a promotion in the lap dancing bar. Go girl!




    This entry to demonstrate I'm back from hols and not still stranded in Scotland. If I've missed anything vital please let me know here! I cannot read the entire internets, you know....
    shewho: (thumbs up)
    Best thing I have seen so far today: a cement mixer, bearing the legend "Jim'll Mix It!". Brilliant.

    ***

    Here are some other brilliant things I have seen over the last week, that you should DEFINITELY go to if you happen to find yourself in Edinburgh this month (leaving out the obvious straight stand up of people like lovely Russell Howard, the D O'D, Josie Long and Daniel Kitson, you should know about them already). These are mostly things I wouldn't have dreamed of going to, but really enjoyed:

    Breaker Morant. (Early afternoon in the Udderbelly.) OK, so a courtroom (court martial?) drama about some Australians in the Boer War with a completely male cast doesn't *sound* particularly appealing, but it is in fact completely excellent and mesmerising and I had a little weep. Also, Salman Rushdie was watching it with us, so you can feel all smug and worthy. Also, I don't know if I've mentioned this, but it is ACE.

    Sarah Kendall - My First Kidnapping. (Evening, Assembly Rooms.) Wonderfully told true story with a little help from Jo Neary and Justin Edwards. Proof that the scariest things can be funny.

    Little Howard and the Magic Pencil. (EARLY! Assembly Rooms.) Allegedly a children's show, and therefore on at the woeful hour of 11.30 in the morning. Despite this, and despite having seen a fair whack of it before, it was most enjoyable, and even helped combat the disgusting state of brokenness I was in that morning.

    Pappy's Fun Club. (Mid afternoonish, that tenty place that hasn't been rebuilt...) OK, I've seen them a million and one times. However, Marty, Mim and Julius is quite possibly my favourite sketch EVER (sorry Klangs!) and has me hysterical every time. Wonderfully silly sketch comedy. Wonderfully clever sketch comedy. Good, good.

    Venus as a Boy. (Early afternoon, Traverse.) Kinda straight 2-man theatre piece telling the story of a young man from the Orkney Islands. One man acting, one man (who has allegedly been in some old Evening Session bands) providing a gorgeous, evocative soundtrack with guitars and violin bows and magic. Not hugely cheery, but quite, quite spellbinding.

    Oh, and late night mixed bills - Storytellers Club (C Baraka), lovely people, lovely stories. I am an idiot. Full Mooners (Baby Belly). Fast becoming my achilles heel. Always excellently funny, always resulting in brokenness and The Wrong. Ahem.

    ***

    Anyway, yes, I am BACK for 4 days only! I have avoided the internet for almost a week, so if you have anything of note to tell me please assume I haven't seen it and do so here. Comments screened, in case you think my friendslist is full of stalky mentals.

    ***

    If anyone is in the Southwark area today, I appear to have a whole heap of pastries that are likely to go to waste due to silly bossman. Come and say hello! Eat free food! Errr.....
    shewho: (thumbs up)
    Best thing I have seen so far today: a cement mixer, bearing the legend "Jim'll Mix It!". Brilliant.

    ***

    Here are some other brilliant things I have seen over the last week, that you should DEFINITELY go to if you happen to find yourself in Edinburgh this month (leaving out the obvious straight stand up of people like lovely Russell Howard, the D O'D, Josie Long and Daniel Kitson, you should know about them already). These are mostly things I wouldn't have dreamed of going to, but really enjoyed:

    Breaker Morant. (Early afternoon in the Udderbelly.) OK, so a courtroom (court martial?) drama about some Australians in the Boer War with a completely male cast doesn't *sound* particularly appealing, but it is in fact completely excellent and mesmerising and I had a little weep. Also, Salman Rushdie was watching it with us, so you can feel all smug and worthy. Also, I don't know if I've mentioned this, but it is ACE.

    Sarah Kendall - My First Kidnapping. (Evening, Assembly Rooms.) Wonderfully told true story with a little help from Jo Neary and Justin Edwards. Proof that the scariest things can be funny.

    Little Howard and the Magic Pencil. (EARLY! Assembly Rooms.) Allegedly a children's show, and therefore on at the woeful hour of 11.30 in the morning. Despite this, and despite having seen a fair whack of it before, it was most enjoyable, and even helped combat the disgusting state of brokenness I was in that morning.

    Pappy's Fun Club. (Mid afternoonish, that tenty place that hasn't been rebuilt...) OK, I've seen them a million and one times. However, Marty, Mim and Julius is quite possibly my favourite sketch EVER (sorry Klangs!) and has me hysterical every time. Wonderfully silly sketch comedy. Wonderfully clever sketch comedy. Good, good.

    Venus as a Boy. (Early afternoon, Traverse.) Kinda straight 2-man theatre piece telling the story of a young man from the Orkney Islands. One man acting, one man (who has allegedly been in some old Evening Session bands) providing a gorgeous, evocative soundtrack with guitars and violin bows and magic. Not hugely cheery, but quite, quite spellbinding.

    Oh, and late night mixed bills - Storytellers Club (C Baraka), lovely people, lovely stories. I am an idiot. Full Mooners (Baby Belly). Fast becoming my achilles heel. Always excellently funny, always resulting in brokenness and The Wrong. Ahem.

    ***

    Anyway, yes, I am BACK for 4 days only! I have avoided the internet for almost a week, so if you have anything of note to tell me please assume I haven't seen it and do so here. Comments screened, in case you think my friendslist is full of stalky mentals.

    ***

    If anyone is in the Southwark area today, I appear to have a whole heap of pastries that are likely to go to waste due to silly bossman. Come and say hello! Eat free food! Errr.....
    shewho: (conchords)
    TUESDAY

    Take-a-Break Tales
    ...is our first port of call. Deliciously filthy and voyeuristic, Danielle Ward has somehow made these even more disgusting. Top work! The family (including pre-teen) sitting to our left may not think so. Especially with the incest..... Very impressed by the one who isn't Issy or Danielle (or Neil), can't remember her name. A most enjoyable way to start the day.

    Loiter in the courtyard tenty bit drinking vile coffee with the flatmates and the Traps and a couple of others. The Trap are mostly unenergetic and bleh, which doesn't bode well for our next stop.....

    The Trap - Bad Play - Second Coming
    However I needn't have worried. A million times better than expected, wonderfully clever and inventive and meta. Ace. And very funny! At one point there are 9 of them, which is quite scary. I think I'm on the soundtrack. Can I demand royalties?

    Comedy for Kids
    Isabelle goes to work. Lots of small children file in, with accompanying parents. We sneak in and hide at the back. Patrick Monahan (?) is the compere, the kids are lively. We get a bit of Isy Suttie and some Carey Marx, who is quite ace and makes good use of bread. I've not seen him do his actual show, apparently his suitability for kids would be debatable! Either way, jolly good fun.

    Neil Edmonds - Knocker
    In which Neil plays the character of a door to door market researcher. You, the audience, get to create a questionnaire during the show, which he will actually then carry out the following day. And if you call him on his mobile, he'll also give you the results! You have to respect such amazing dedication. Especially when you've asked him to test that people aren't wearing a wig.
    *Reminds self to listen to answerphone message when sober and write it down*
    I really enjoy this, but I think it would depend a lot on who you've got in the audience. If you have a big bunch of good people, like us, then you get more back from it. Plus I wanted to have a little cry at some of it. I am turning into a wuss. This is the another show where I leave wanting to give its creator a little kiss on the forehead for entertaining me so well. Also, this is something I probably wouldn't have bothered seeing if [livejournal.com profile] diamond_geyser had not forced the issue, so well done Isabelles!

    We Are Klang - Klangbang
    I've only seen them once previously, D hadn't seen them at all before; we knew we were in for a treat. We Are Klang are glorious. There's nothing particularly deep or clever about it, but that is irrelevant, because there is nothing that isn't hilariously funny about it! Plus it takes some balls to get the audience singing that you're the best show on the fringe. Klang have balls. You'll probably see them. And I sing along as loud as possible, because I think it is probably true. I'd give them all a kiss on the forehead, but I think I'd be a little *scared*, frankly!

    Plus all the kool kids are developing bizarre crushes on Big Greg Klang. Errr.....

    (Later I try and imitate Marek Klang and smash jaffa cakes onto my forehead. Perhaps there should be a warning. Perhaps I should avoid the red witch......)

    What could possibly top this and end the day? Well....

    C90 - Daniel Kitson
    ... is a pretty safe bet. Kitson's one man play, about a chap who works collating discarded mix tapes that people have made. If you've seen Stories for the Wobbly Hearted you'll know the man has a way with words and tales. This is better. Sort of performed in the round, he demands your attention and it is all quite, quite beautiful.

    We end the day with some tasty booze, playing the Reg D Hunter game for a Long Time. (His Edinburgh show this year is called Pride & Prejudice & Niggas. You can work out the game.)

    *****

    WEDNESDAY

    Our last day in Scotland. I wake up hungover, and fail to go and see The Onomatopoeia Society, which is stupid of me. It is also [livejournal.com profile] drasticsturgeon's birthday, hurrah!

    The Wil Hodgson Holiday Special
    Maybe I have been influenced by D, but I constantly ponder what Wil was like as a wrestler, and who he trained under. I love listening to him weave stories about his life. This show mainly concentrates on a chap named Rob Noxious. I shouldn't (at my ripe old age) still be impressed by this school created name. Again I have a tear in my eye at the end. Maybe I should be put down.

    Simon Munnery's AGM
    Another brilliant concept. We get the usual fringe hour of various bits of material (a True Story of Sherlock Holmes that I haven't heard before, some venn diagrams, readings from his book, clever nappy equations) which isn't amazing if I'm honest, but in the short interval we've all written down motions. Which we then go over the road to the pub and discuss! Marvellous idea! Sitting outside a pub with some booze and Munnery and the 'good people' from the audience debating random things. And singing a scarf. I'd have love to have stayed until the last person, but we had tickets for.....

    Josie Long - Kindness & Exuberance
    Josie is so lo-fi I am jealous. I always leave her gigs inspired to make and do, and I don't think she'd want for much more than that. I leave with a pocket full of homemade badges. I think they're still in my pocket, the flat is a mess :/

    Phil Nicol - The Naked Racist
    Either you like Nicol's enthusiastic stand up or you don't. I do. D doesn't. Anyway, what I am going to say is this: if a comedian asks if anyone has been to Torture Garden, don't, in a fit of booze, but your hand up in a really energetic fashion. They will then think you are a perve. Oh yes, and if you see a show with the word 'naked' in the title, it shouldn't be surprising to see a man jumping around in the nuddy whilst playing guitar and singing. HOWEVER, and noone could prepare for this, various 'celebs' were in the audience (Jeremy Edwards (?) ex Hollyoaks, bird off the Bill, and Les Dennis). And Phil encouraged Les Dennis to get naked. Which he did. Just the top half though, PHEW!

    There was a splitting of the ways here, most people were at Dylan Moran, D was sensibly preparing to leave at silly o'clock in the morning, and I sat in Cafe Royal deciding to get wasted. Ooops. Anyway, troops are recouped, and we go to my final show of the fringe (boooo), which is a really good one (yaaaay!).

    The Honourable Men of Art
    Hurrah! A chance to see Kitson doing stand up stuff! And all his ace mates! Tonight we see David O'Doherty, Alun Cochrane, and Andy Zaltzman. John Oliver appears through the magick of the internet from a hotel room in America. It is all marvellous. I accidentally heckle a heckler. Must learn that [livejournal.com profile] shewho + red witch != quiet asides.

    So what now then? A quiet night before the 8am train tomorrow? It is now 2am....

    No. We attempt to get to the end of Dirty Book Club, but it has finished EARLY. Unfortunately the Brooks Bar (?) is still open and selling drink. I take full advantage of this, and possibly become unbearably annoying. To friends and comedians alike. However, I don't remember, so it can't be true, can it?

    Back at the flat there is just time to give [livejournal.com profile] drasticsturgeon her birthday cake. I get my head down sometime after half 5, the cab is booked for half 7.

    Ow.

    The End.
    shewho: (conchords)
    TUESDAY

    Take-a-Break Tales
    ...is our first port of call. Deliciously filthy and voyeuristic, Danielle Ward has somehow made these even more disgusting. Top work! The family (including pre-teen) sitting to our left may not think so. Especially with the incest..... Very impressed by the one who isn't Issy or Danielle (or Neil), can't remember her name. A most enjoyable way to start the day.

    Loiter in the courtyard tenty bit drinking vile coffee with the flatmates and the Traps and a couple of others. The Trap are mostly unenergetic and bleh, which doesn't bode well for our next stop.....

    The Trap - Bad Play - Second Coming
    However I needn't have worried. A million times better than expected, wonderfully clever and inventive and meta. Ace. And very funny! At one point there are 9 of them, which is quite scary. I think I'm on the soundtrack. Can I demand royalties?

    Comedy for Kids
    Isabelle goes to work. Lots of small children file in, with accompanying parents. We sneak in and hide at the back. Patrick Monahan (?) is the compere, the kids are lively. We get a bit of Isy Suttie and some Carey Marx, who is quite ace and makes good use of bread. I've not seen him do his actual show, apparently his suitability for kids would be debatable! Either way, jolly good fun.

    Neil Edmonds - Knocker
    In which Neil plays the character of a door to door market researcher. You, the audience, get to create a questionnaire during the show, which he will actually then carry out the following day. And if you call him on his mobile, he'll also give you the results! You have to respect such amazing dedication. Especially when you've asked him to test that people aren't wearing a wig.
    *Reminds self to listen to answerphone message when sober and write it down*
    I really enjoy this, but I think it would depend a lot on who you've got in the audience. If you have a big bunch of good people, like us, then you get more back from it. Plus I wanted to have a little cry at some of it. I am turning into a wuss. This is the another show where I leave wanting to give its creator a little kiss on the forehead for entertaining me so well. Also, this is something I probably wouldn't have bothered seeing if [livejournal.com profile] diamond_geyser had not forced the issue, so well done Isabelles!

    We Are Klang - Klangbang
    I've only seen them once previously, D hadn't seen them at all before; we knew we were in for a treat. We Are Klang are glorious. There's nothing particularly deep or clever about it, but that is irrelevant, because there is nothing that isn't hilariously funny about it! Plus it takes some balls to get the audience singing that you're the best show on the fringe. Klang have balls. You'll probably see them. And I sing along as loud as possible, because I think it is probably true. I'd give them all a kiss on the forehead, but I think I'd be a little *scared*, frankly!

    Plus all the kool kids are developing bizarre crushes on Big Greg Klang. Errr.....

    (Later I try and imitate Marek Klang and smash jaffa cakes onto my forehead. Perhaps there should be a warning. Perhaps I should avoid the red witch......)

    What could possibly top this and end the day? Well....

    C90 - Daniel Kitson
    ... is a pretty safe bet. Kitson's one man play, about a chap who works collating discarded mix tapes that people have made. If you've seen Stories for the Wobbly Hearted you'll know the man has a way with words and tales. This is better. Sort of performed in the round, he demands your attention and it is all quite, quite beautiful.

    We end the day with some tasty booze, playing the Reg D Hunter game for a Long Time. (His Edinburgh show this year is called Pride & Prejudice & Niggas. You can work out the game.)

    *****

    WEDNESDAY

    Our last day in Scotland. I wake up hungover, and fail to go and see The Onomatopoeia Society, which is stupid of me. It is also [livejournal.com profile] drasticsturgeon's birthday, hurrah!

    The Wil Hodgson Holiday Special
    Maybe I have been influenced by D, but I constantly ponder what Wil was like as a wrestler, and who he trained under. I love listening to him weave stories about his life. This show mainly concentrates on a chap named Rob Noxious. I shouldn't (at my ripe old age) still be impressed by this school created name. Again I have a tear in my eye at the end. Maybe I should be put down.

    Simon Munnery's AGM
    Another brilliant concept. We get the usual fringe hour of various bits of material (a True Story of Sherlock Holmes that I haven't heard before, some venn diagrams, readings from his book, clever nappy equations) which isn't amazing if I'm honest, but in the short interval we've all written down motions. Which we then go over the road to the pub and discuss! Marvellous idea! Sitting outside a pub with some booze and Munnery and the 'good people' from the audience debating random things. And singing a scarf. I'd have love to have stayed until the last person, but we had tickets for.....

    Josie Long - Kindness & Exuberance
    Josie is so lo-fi I am jealous. I always leave her gigs inspired to make and do, and I don't think she'd want for much more than that. I leave with a pocket full of homemade badges. I think they're still in my pocket, the flat is a mess :/

    Phil Nicol - The Naked Racist
    Either you like Nicol's enthusiastic stand up or you don't. I do. D doesn't. Anyway, what I am going to say is this: if a comedian asks if anyone has been to Torture Garden, don't, in a fit of booze, but your hand up in a really energetic fashion. They will then think you are a perve. Oh yes, and if you see a show with the word 'naked' in the title, it shouldn't be surprising to see a man jumping around in the nuddy whilst playing guitar and singing. HOWEVER, and noone could prepare for this, various 'celebs' were in the audience (Jeremy Edwards (?) ex Hollyoaks, bird off the Bill, and Les Dennis). And Phil encouraged Les Dennis to get naked. Which he did. Just the top half though, PHEW!

    There was a splitting of the ways here, most people were at Dylan Moran, D was sensibly preparing to leave at silly o'clock in the morning, and I sat in Cafe Royal deciding to get wasted. Ooops. Anyway, troops are recouped, and we go to my final show of the fringe (boooo), which is a really good one (yaaaay!).

    The Honourable Men of Art
    Hurrah! A chance to see Kitson doing stand up stuff! And all his ace mates! Tonight we see David O'Doherty, Alun Cochrane, and Andy Zaltzman. John Oliver appears through the magick of the internet from a hotel room in America. It is all marvellous. I accidentally heckle a heckler. Must learn that [livejournal.com profile] shewho + red witch != quiet asides.

    So what now then? A quiet night before the 8am train tomorrow? It is now 2am....

    No. We attempt to get to the end of Dirty Book Club, but it has finished EARLY. Unfortunately the Brooks Bar (?) is still open and selling drink. I take full advantage of this, and possibly become unbearably annoying. To friends and comedians alike. However, I don't remember, so it can't be true, can it?

    Back at the flat there is just time to give [livejournal.com profile] drasticsturgeon her birthday cake. I get my head down sometime after half 5, the cab is booked for half 7.

    Ow.

    The End.
    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......

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