The climate of Edinburgh must be a unique one. Where else could you get the weather of all the years seasons in one day?
When I left to flyer for the early ComedySportz show, just before 11am, it was grey but warm. Then the heavens opened, so on goes the waterproof. After schlepping myself up the hill (everywhere is uphill in Edinburgh, somehow), being in the warm and wet meant I was soaked with sweat, so I might as well have not bothered with the waterproof at all.
It feels like I’m getting in to the swing of things now. I now know where my venue is, the venues for ComedySportz, the accommodation, my gym, even the nearest Tesco Metro.
However, I did get small scare with my audience numbers. As I got 14 in yesterday (a very good number as it was the Thursday), I assumed I should be able to get more today. It was definitely busier today around town, so that expectation felt justified.
After flyering the tables at the Peartree I found a couple who were coming, so taht was a start. But when I went up at 3pm for the room changeover to set up, I realised that the day before I already had a few people queuing to come in.
I flyered a couple who came out after a show who I managed to persuade to turn round and go back in. I honestly thought I might only have four in! But when I went back to my room, a few minutes before the start, there was a small queue on the stairs. Phew.
There were 12 in total. 2 less than yesterday, but no disaster at all. And they were lovely. I could also feel that bit more sharpness than the day before, which is all part of the process.
In one section I talk to the audience to find out who had had the worst job. A guy today certainly won the prize so far for having the worst manager.
He worked for a supermarket, and one weekend he and his friends had been attacked by a gang. One friend ended up with head injuries and had to go to hospital. When back at work the day after, he got a call to say that his friend was at deaths door, and to go to him immediately.
He explained this to his manager, but she wouldn’t let him go. She said “nah, you’ve just got a hangover, you’re not going”. I know people make up excuses, but ‘friend dying after a gang attack’, even for the most cynical manager, is not one of them
Pick of the Fringe
In the evening I went over and did the Laughing Horse ‘Pick of the Fringe’ show, doing a short spot to advertise my show. It was a room in Cabaret Voltaire, which I had not been in before.
It’s like a Mad Max fantasy vision of what a Fringe venue could be. Pretty cool, even if it does seem a bit dirty (even though it’s probably squeaky clean).
I opened the show, and my spot went fine. No fireworks, but then I wasn’t doing a club set, I was doing a set to promote my show. Those who enjoyed it were more likely to come to Shit Socialist, instead of dishing up whatever would work best in the room, a that would miss sell what I was about.
After a bit of late night flyering, I realised that I was starving.
I had decided before the Fringe that I would be careful to keep a healthy diet, to help take care of my general well being. So far, I have managed that – salads et al.
Tonight though, I wanted chips. In Edinburgh, you don’t have to go far.
I got a burger with blue cheese (is there a better topping?*), chips and a pint. A lovely, lovely pint. My first real drink of the Fringe. A crisp, cold, Bierra Moretti. Ahhhhhhhhh!
I also had chippy sause for the first time. In all my time going up to Edinburgh I had never had it before. It’s like brown sauce, but more vinegary, and perfect for chips. Apparently, it pretty much only exists in Edinburgh.
I expect the Fringe to widen my horizons, but I wasn’t expecting that to happen in a chip shop!
My show, Shit Socialist, is on 3.15pm, 1-25 Aug, at The Counting House (Attic). Free entry, PWYW.
Today was the first day of shows at the Fringe. Even then, the festival really gets going on Saturday, but a lot of shows begin today for previews.
It’s a strange energy around Edinburgh at this time. It’s like everything is superficially in place, as if the Fringe has begun, but not really. Like walking on to a Western set with a few actors thrown in, you feel like if you lean on a wall it will collapse, showing itself to be painted balsa wood all along. Continue reading →
I’ve decided to experiment with a more traditional diary type of blog.
Along with other longer form posts, I will use this diary to review the previous week, taking in to account key experiences along with what I have been reading, watching, and what things have caught my interest in the news.
In my last blog I looked at techniques I use to increase my productivity through mindfulness, meditation, and journalling. Here I will talk about a further journalling technique that helps me to take time to reflect – the 5 Minute Journal.
Spending time in your distant past is not helpful, but taking time to reflect on your immediate past can be. It is about looking at the here and now, not about ruminating on a time long since gone. Continue reading →
In the last few years I have been particularly conscious of improving my personal productivity. That sounds very clinical, but as a self-employed writer and comedian, that means looking at my methods of working. How to make them better. Continue reading →
Just after New Year I traveled for something that I have never done before, to see tributes laid outside the final resting place of a celebrity that had passed away. I went to the home of George Michael.
It would feel unusual enough admitting to that if I was a massive fan of his. But I wasn’t, so it definitely feels weird! Continue reading →
November is ‘National Novel Writing Month’, or NaNoWriMo for short. The challenge is to write 50,000 words within the month, and this year I am taking on the challenge myself.
Which means NaNoWriMo is no mean feat, as that translates as 1667 words per day. By no means impossible on any normal day, but unfortunately every day cannot be classed as ‘normal’. Certainly not in my life, anyway. Continue reading →
The onslaught against Jeremy Corbyn’s leadership continues, although sadly the main culprits have come from within the Labour Party itself. Corbyn looks likely to win, but even then, the Labour right are unlikely to stop their attacks. But as he fights back, you get the feeling that even amongst his own support some are wavering.
Not the hardcore Corbynistas within Momentum, Corbyn’s group within the Labour Party. There is no doubt they are committed to the very end. It’s more those who either joined, or at least turned hopefully towards the Labour party, when he originally stood as leader. They agree with all that he stands for, but now fear he may be genuinely unelectable. Continue reading →