shewho: (bee happy)
gone fishin'.

back monday. (not this one.)

see you then, or some of youse in cornwall.

i love gypsy hotel. i do not love my sore head.

xxx
shewho: (bee happy)
gone fishin'.

back monday. (not this one.)

see you then, or some of youse in cornwall.

i love gypsy hotel. i do not love my sore head.

xxx
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: (thumbs up)
    back from ATP HOLIDAYS.

    not entirely broken. catalogue of injuries as follows (catalogue of fun and bands later):

  • hoarse and disappearing voice. blame whooping too enthusiastically. and belting of steinman karaoke at other times.

  • aching all over. possibly due to sleeping on sofa. or sleeping in all clothes, shoes and hair accessories. more likely due to foolish combination of katy and beach football at some ridiculous hour yesterday morning.

  • bruised knee. i am thinking this occurred whilst vaulting the front of stage barrier to boogie with raekwon and ghostface killah. brap!

  • aching coccyx. trains are bad, m'kay? especially if you sitting still and bolt upright for hours, petrified of sleepily squashing a lapdog next to you.
  • shewho: (thumbs up)
    back from ATP HOLIDAYS.

    not entirely broken. catalogue of injuries as follows (catalogue of fun and bands later):

  • hoarse and disappearing voice. blame whooping too enthusiastically. and belting of steinman karaoke at other times.

  • aching all over. possibly due to sleeping on sofa. or sleeping in all clothes, shoes and hair accessories. more likely due to foolish combination of katy and beach football at some ridiculous hour yesterday morning.

  • bruised knee. i am thinking this occurred whilst vaulting the front of stage barrier to boogie with raekwon and ghostface killah. brap!

  • aching coccyx. trains are bad, m'kay? especially if you sitting still and bolt upright for hours, petrified of sleepily squashing a lapdog next to you.
  • shewho: (thumbs up)


    gone conquering. back friday.

    shewho: (thumbs up)


    gone conquering. back friday.

    shewho: (christmas)
    oh yeah, unfortunately there was no snow. some piles of slush was all. there'd been snow the week before, doh!

    AND i managed to take photos for the first time in an age. no idea what of, they're on disposable cameras. i find this Very Exciting!
    shewho: (christmas)
    oh yeah, unfortunately there was no snow. some piles of slush was all. there'd been snow the week before, doh!

    AND i managed to take photos for the first time in an age. no idea what of, they're on disposable cameras. i find this Very Exciting!
    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: (ginbooze)
    I'm BACK!

    - slightly sunburned.
    - having been bitten by some horrible beasties which appear to have given me an allergic reaction.
    - stupidly over tired.
    - 2.5hrs sleep on the train last night / this morning - does that count as straight through?
    - haha, i just tried to order a g&t in the sarnie shop, instead of Emergency Bacon Sandwich.
    - there will be a lot more much later.
    - it's going to take me a Long Time to read the internets, if there's anything important, lemme know here.
    - oh yes, mobile battery died at 1.30 this morning, whilst trying to persuade a magician to come dancing to Europe. i'll see who's won later.
    - no voice posting! be proud of me :)
    - for the moment, suffice it to say, LATITUDE IS THE BEST FESTIVAL IN THE WORLD, EVER.
    shewho: (ginbooze)
    I'm BACK!

    - slightly sunburned.
    - having been bitten by some horrible beasties which appear to have given me an allergic reaction.
    - stupidly over tired.
    - 2.5hrs sleep on the train last night / this morning - does that count as straight through?
    - haha, i just tried to order a g&t in the sarnie shop, instead of Emergency Bacon Sandwich.
    - there will be a lot more much later.
    - it's going to take me a Long Time to read the internets, if there's anything important, lemme know here.
    - oh yes, mobile battery died at 1.30 this morning, whilst trying to persuade a magician to come dancing to Europe. i'll see who's won later.
    - no voice posting! be proud of me :)
    - for the moment, suffice it to say, LATITUDE IS THE BEST FESTIVAL IN THE WORLD, EVER.
    shewho: (cheese!)
    I have failed miserably to do a proper update in a while. You might hear a lot from me today dear internets, sorry!

    Last week then, the weekend started on a Wednesday. Horrifically early in fact, meeting my travelling companions ([livejournal.com profile] perfectlyvague and [livejournal.com profile] fugitvemotel at Kings Cross, earlier than I'd usually be at work. From there a painless journey via Luton and Easyjet to PARIS.

    (I found myself drinking a stiff gin and tonic at half ten in the morning. Well, a combination of 'Anansi Says', a scary fact about flying, and the fact the gin was in a bag drove me to it!)

    I had never been to Paris before. I had never daytripped abroad before. This was all incredibly exciting! But not as exciting as all the signs to Orly, prompting stupid yarly comments and hysteria. Heh.

    So, the David Lynch exhibition then. The main reason we went. I don't think there's any way a text description of it could do it justice, to be honest. (Certainly not from me.) It was amazing. In an unsettling and uncomfortable, yet wonderful way. The first room was a little disturbing, huge grey canvases, lots of houses, simple yet dark paintings that appeared to have stories, and lettering snaking around them telling you. (Um, the letter style remind me a lot of the cover of Nearly God. Actually, there was a very similar vibe. Ugh. Bad word.) In the background was that typical Lynch music. You know what I mean. Rumbling away, and almost making me feel sick. Around the edges of the room were drawings / sketches / doodles on anything and everything. The man's brain doesn't stop working, does it?

    Anyway. Then on into the second room. The music continues eerily in the background. Huge canvases again. ARGH! Scary and bad and wrong! Too many women with holes in and pen1s type protrusions. Scary red man! Lots and lots of 'Bobs'. Lynch likes calling people in his art 'Bob'. They aren't just paintings either, he'll whack on some hair and fabric and anything he finds if he thinks they need it. Somewhat amazing, but I'm surprised I haven't had any nightmares.

    Downstairs there is the ace Snowman series of photographs, his Disfigured (?) Nudes (again freaking me out), lots of photography, a mini cinema showing short films (the monsterboy wanting milk makes me Very Happy) and my favourite bit of the whole exhibition. This is a small painting of a room on the wall, and then a real life copy of the painting you can walk into. Smaller at the back to get the same perspective. Simple things for my simple mind, but I walked through the doors at the back and round again several times, hoping that one time I'd become a dwarf and start talking backwards. It almost felt it could have happened.

    So yes, that alone was worth the trip.

    We then spent a lovely, relaxing day, no stress, no problems, just wandering around Paris, Ms H leading the way with an infallible sense of direction. Through the gorgeous Luxembourg Gardens looking at the art. Through busy shopping streets (and seeing the most darling polkadot dress on the way) to Pont Neuf and the Seine..... to the Louvre (only on the outside!) to be amazed at the sheer scale of the place.... Up to the Sacre Couer, the hard way via the stairs as the funicular was broken.... looking over the whole of Paris from on high...through the random garment district then towards Gare du Nord via picking up some (very) tasty cheese at a fromagerie...... a tasty croque madame and pastis for tea (well, when in Rome Paris &c...!) and then back on the RER to Charles de Gaulle and the flight back.

    I was tucked up in bed before half midnight, and slept well.

    ***

    Paris is lovely, isn't it? I was expecting attitude and snootiness and overly busy streets. But got relaxing and pretty and charming and helpful and and and and...... I felt very comfortable there. In fact, I'd like to go back and do it properly. Despite my RUBBISH French, I'd even feel confident enough to do it on my own. I might do this. Not this year. But soon and for the rest of my life....

    ***

    Some random photos from my phone as proof I actually went! )
    shewho: (cheese!)
    I have failed miserably to do a proper update in a while. You might hear a lot from me today dear internets, sorry!

    Last week then, the weekend started on a Wednesday. Horrifically early in fact, meeting my travelling companions ([livejournal.com profile] perfectlyvague and [livejournal.com profile] fugitvemotel at Kings Cross, earlier than I'd usually be at work. From there a painless journey via Luton and Easyjet to PARIS.

    (I found myself drinking a stiff gin and tonic at half ten in the morning. Well, a combination of 'Anansi Says', a scary fact about flying, and the fact the gin was in a bag drove me to it!)

    I had never been to Paris before. I had never daytripped abroad before. This was all incredibly exciting! But not as exciting as all the signs to Orly, prompting stupid yarly comments and hysteria. Heh.

    So, the David Lynch exhibition then. The main reason we went. I don't think there's any way a text description of it could do it justice, to be honest. (Certainly not from me.) It was amazing. In an unsettling and uncomfortable, yet wonderful way. The first room was a little disturbing, huge grey canvases, lots of houses, simple yet dark paintings that appeared to have stories, and lettering snaking around them telling you. (Um, the letter style remind me a lot of the cover of Nearly God. Actually, there was a very similar vibe. Ugh. Bad word.) In the background was that typical Lynch music. You know what I mean. Rumbling away, and almost making me feel sick. Around the edges of the room were drawings / sketches / doodles on anything and everything. The man's brain doesn't stop working, does it?

    Anyway. Then on into the second room. The music continues eerily in the background. Huge canvases again. ARGH! Scary and bad and wrong! Too many women with holes in and pen1s type protrusions. Scary red man! Lots and lots of 'Bobs'. Lynch likes calling people in his art 'Bob'. They aren't just paintings either, he'll whack on some hair and fabric and anything he finds if he thinks they need it. Somewhat amazing, but I'm surprised I haven't had any nightmares.

    Downstairs there is the ace Snowman series of photographs, his Disfigured (?) Nudes (again freaking me out), lots of photography, a mini cinema showing short films (the monsterboy wanting milk makes me Very Happy) and my favourite bit of the whole exhibition. This is a small painting of a room on the wall, and then a real life copy of the painting you can walk into. Smaller at the back to get the same perspective. Simple things for my simple mind, but I walked through the doors at the back and round again several times, hoping that one time I'd become a dwarf and start talking backwards. It almost felt it could have happened.

    So yes, that alone was worth the trip.

    We then spent a lovely, relaxing day, no stress, no problems, just wandering around Paris, Ms H leading the way with an infallible sense of direction. Through the gorgeous Luxembourg Gardens looking at the art. Through busy shopping streets (and seeing the most darling polkadot dress on the way) to Pont Neuf and the Seine..... to the Louvre (only on the outside!) to be amazed at the sheer scale of the place.... Up to the Sacre Couer, the hard way via the stairs as the funicular was broken.... looking over the whole of Paris from on high...through the random garment district then towards Gare du Nord via picking up some (very) tasty cheese at a fromagerie...... a tasty croque madame and pastis for tea (well, when in Rome Paris &c...!) and then back on the RER to Charles de Gaulle and the flight back.

    I was tucked up in bed before half midnight, and slept well.

    ***

    Paris is lovely, isn't it? I was expecting attitude and snootiness and overly busy streets. But got relaxing and pretty and charming and helpful and and and and...... I felt very comfortable there. In fact, I'd like to go back and do it properly. Despite my RUBBISH French, I'd even feel confident enough to do it on my own. I might do this. Not this year. But soon and for the rest of my life....

    ***

    Some random photos from my phone as proof I actually went! )
    shewho: (ginbooze)
    *Takes deep breath*

    Here goes!

    This entry is likely to contain overexcited babbling along the lines of 'FLUMES!' 'Bring the NOISE!' 'HELL YEAH!' 'Drink through!' 'Straight through!' 'I've been really irritating...' )

    ****

    This is ridiculously long! I am making an editorial decision to put the rest of Saturday and Sunday in another entry. Blimey. tl;dr indeed!












    * In my family, this means you've won. Won what, I don't know, but it's always satisfying...
    ** "Hardest working man in rock and roll" apparently! I'm pretty sure this is true, seeing as he did seem to be in 75% of the bands on in some way or another.....!
    *** You all love me even though I'm REALLY annoying, don't you?
    **** Alone Again Or, plus that one I can sing to you if you like but the only lyric I can remember right now is "....street, yeah..... Tell me!
    shewho: (ginbooze)
    *Takes deep breath*

    Here goes!

    This entry is likely to contain overexcited babbling along the lines of 'FLUMES!' 'Bring the NOISE!' 'HELL YEAH!' 'Drink through!' 'Straight through!' 'I've been really irritating...' )

    ****

    This is ridiculously long! I am making an editorial decision to put the rest of Saturday and Sunday in another entry. Blimey. tl;dr indeed!












    * In my family, this means you've won. Won what, I don't know, but it's always satisfying...
    ** "Hardest working man in rock and roll" apparently! I'm pretty sure this is true, seeing as he did seem to be in 75% of the bands on in some way or another.....!
    *** You all love me even though I'm REALLY annoying, don't you?
    **** Alone Again Or, plus that one I can sing to you if you like but the only lyric I can remember right now is "....street, yeah..... Tell me!
    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.

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