Fringe day ‘who cares?'
I have now had too many late nights! I am loving it but incredibly tired and excited.
Though I haven't yet lost my hatred of that noisy fucking ‘tard' that dresses up every night and takes tourists on the ghost tour outside my window here in Edinburgh.
I nearly pissed myself last night as the co-hort that helps the ghost tour dressed as a monk with a scary mask ran into my daughter Ashley as we were leaving our building.
She was coming downstairs outside the block of flats, when MONK-WANK came running up behind her and stupidly shouted "Arrrggghhh, I am a scary monk"
Ashley stopped in her tracks, turned and grabbed his brown oat mealy cloak and screamed back at him "Yes, I know what you fucking are, you noisy tit, I hear you every night, shouting outside our window with the out- of -work -actor ‘Dracula' that disturbs our only sit down meal of the day, my only wish is that I can shoot you between the eyes with a ball bearing gun and get off free, now get out of my way"
I stood there laughing my head off, I know she was being churlish, but for the love of God...EVERYNIGHT for near on twenty nights we have suffered this shit.
So there we have it....my daughter almost punched a monk.
On a better note, I had the lovely wonderful actor Beth Cordingly; she is in the play ‘Breakfast with Johnny Wilkinson' at the Udderbelly, come to see my play The Point of Yes and told me she really enjoyed it. She is an amazing actor and writer and for her to compliment my work was awesome.
So today I am tired, overworked and exhausted but serenely happy.
