Fringe day ‘whatever'..!
I have clearly forgotten what day I am on! The Fringe does that to you.
Ashley and I love Square Street, the sketch show that she wrote and I am pissing myself with excitement at the reviews! So far we have had eight reviews covering all three shows and seven have got four stars! WHOOPPEEEEE.
Ashley plays a special needs person in the sketch show in one the many skits we do and I play her carer, last night two special needs people with their carers came to see it and Ashley and I almost died! I have to say I clenched EVERYTHING in my body that was clench able, as soon as Ashley entered the stage dressed with the huge glasses that have a ‘lazy eye' patch over one lens and her bulky collection of strange key rings around her neck, one of the special needs people made a big ‘Moooooooooo' noise.
I looked at Ashley, she looked at me and we both almost combusted, the audience held its breath, Ashley turned to me and said "Don't laugh at my livestock, I keep them in my kitchen" and pointed off stage.
The whole place fell apart laughing, including the carers and the people they were with.
It was a lovely feeling to be able to be vindicated and our sketch was justified in its content. The carers told us they loved the show and identified with it. That is an awesome compliment.
My play up at Assembly is called Point of Yes and it's getting rave reviews! I am so chuffed with that, I have always wanted to do a straight play, which I had written and performed and you have no idea how cool it is to stand on that stage every day and perform it.
Yesterday I passed those scary painted statues on the Royal Mile and felt that dreadful urge to go push them over.....how passive/aggressive is that?
I mean what the fuck are they doing? There are squillions of statues in Edinburgh, real ones, good ones....why do they do that shite and cause the pavements to get congested? Why do people stand and stare at them? If you give money to people for standing still for ages then the Big Issue sellers have missed out on a new marketing technique. Drunks that sleep on the pavement should be paid.
Today I am up early, I am nervous about my spot on ‘Just a Minute' on BBC Radio 4.
What if I cannot talk? What if hundreds of words come out of my mouth and none of the words make sense? What if Paul Merton gets up forcibly throws me out on my ear?
I am scared but excited.
Ashley and I love Square Street, the sketch show that she wrote and I am pissing myself with excitement at the reviews! So far we have had eight reviews covering all three shows and seven have got four stars! WHOOPPEEEEE.
Ashley plays a special needs person in the sketch show in one the many skits we do and I play her carer, last night two special needs people with their carers came to see it and Ashley and I almost died! I have to say I clenched EVERYTHING in my body that was clench able, as soon as Ashley entered the stage dressed with the huge glasses that have a ‘lazy eye' patch over one lens and her bulky collection of strange key rings around her neck, one of the special needs people made a big ‘Moooooooooo' noise.
I looked at Ashley, she looked at me and we both almost combusted, the audience held its breath, Ashley turned to me and said "Don't laugh at my livestock, I keep them in my kitchen" and pointed off stage.
The whole place fell apart laughing, including the carers and the people they were with.
It was a lovely feeling to be able to be vindicated and our sketch was justified in its content. The carers told us they loved the show and identified with it. That is an awesome compliment.
My play up at Assembly is called Point of Yes and it's getting rave reviews! I am so chuffed with that, I have always wanted to do a straight play, which I had written and performed and you have no idea how cool it is to stand on that stage every day and perform it.
Yesterday I passed those scary painted statues on the Royal Mile and felt that dreadful urge to go push them over.....how passive/aggressive is that?
I mean what the fuck are they doing? There are squillions of statues in Edinburgh, real ones, good ones....why do they do that shite and cause the pavements to get congested? Why do people stand and stare at them? If you give money to people for standing still for ages then the Big Issue sellers have missed out on a new marketing technique. Drunks that sleep on the pavement should be paid.
Today I am up early, I am nervous about my spot on ‘Just a Minute' on BBC Radio 4.
What if I cannot talk? What if hundreds of words come out of my mouth and none of the words make sense? What if Paul Merton gets up forcibly throws me out on my ear?
I am scared but excited.
