Monthly Archives: August 2017

Most privileged people don’t think they are privileged. Everyone thinks they are struggling. It’s probably true, being human with a knowledge of finite existence and an exaggerated, and frankly unnecessary, awareness of other people’s awareness of you does funny things … Continue reading →

Expectation is a problem with the Edinburgh Fringe. What do the audience think they are coming to? This has not been a problem with my excitable show about art, but has been with Pragmatic Insanity. As so many comedians state … Continue reading →

Week One has now begun, the past of week zero is forgotten. None of it happened. Do not allot any to your memory. I started Monday well. Date scone and coffee by 9. Waiting for the clock to chime and … Continue reading →

…and the day continued. The Stand 2 is getting a little hot for a cardigan, but I feel there is little choice. I may seek a thinner cardigan on the way past the department store tomorrow. It was a slightly … Continue reading →

Drinking is no longer an option. In 2011, I did four shows a day. Usually, that would end up being five or six because I’d say yes to a variety of oddities. At 9am, I would wake up with a … Continue reading →

It is Friday night, and I am walking in the rain to my temporary home after a date night with myself alone. There’s a cinema at the end of the road, you might find a film to fall in love … Continue reading →

The problem with comedians is that all the reasons that mean they must be on stage or all the reasons they must never be on stage. It is good for them. It is not at all good for them. It … Continue reading →

What do I expect from this year’s Edinburgh Fringe? What did I expect from my first visit thirty years ago? I was obsessed my comedy. I suppose I still am. Each Summer, Russell Harty would broadcast the best bits of … Continue reading →