Week in Edinburgh.
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slemslempike(Mock the Week - that was the warm-up guy from when we went. Did someone drop out? I ask that only partly because I thought he wasn't great, and also because it seems a bit of a steep curve to go from warming up to being a guest in one week.)
First of all, the queuing at the Pleasance bits was great. There were signs saying where queues started from and what they were for, and I loved them hard. As I was on my own, and for a variety of reasons having a bit of a weird time brain-wise, I found it a bit stressful between shows because there often wasn't somewhere I could just sit and read, and I wasn't coping so well with the crowds so I didn't eat very well, or at all some days, because I couldn't manage buying food, but at least the queuing was good.
Secondly, I was a little bit fuming at one point (while in one of the well-managed queues) because there I was in Edinburgh during the festivals, with lots of really awesome people also there, and I had not seen a single great person even in the distance (though I wasn't wearing my glasses and wouldn't have seen them had they been there), but Neil and Christine Hamilton walked past very close to me TWICE. The bastards. Though then I did see Armando Iannunci watching Stewart Lee's show, and Mel Giedroyc leaving afterwards, so that soothed me somewhat.
Because I am constitutionally incapable of not having a plan and a reasonable expectation that the plan will be workable, I'd mostly booked tickets quite a long time before I got there, and then once I was there and sort of knew what was where I chose various things to fill in the gaps. It was split between individual comedians who I liked, and sort of compilation type things to see what there was other than "people Clare has probably seen on TV".
Individual comedians:
Jon Richardson was mostly the reason I decided to go to Edinburgh. I'd been listening to the radio show he does with Russell Howard on 6music, and really liked him. I couldn't find any gigs he was doing remotely near me (having been unhelpfully somewhere else on the occasion he was actually in Lancaster), so decided to take a Leap. Anyway, he was absolutely fantastic, and I'm so glad I went, it was definitely the best thing I saw in the festival. The show is called "Spatula Pad". He hates people (but in quite a nice way) and likes order, and has puns about maths. Puns about maths. Heaven. Anyway, pedantic and pessimistic and hilarious. This is a bit that crops up in his show:
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Also very good: Simon Amstell's show. It's called "No Self"and sort of included an incitement to suicide in a cheerful kind of way. Sort of winds through break-ups, annoyance at consumer-packaged identity and ends up with an account of the December 2005 tsunami and how socially embarrassing it was for him being in Thailand at the time. (This sounds a bit disjointed when I say it, so perhaps I should just echo the review of the girl leaving the show in front of me, who sent a text reading "lol." in its entirety.)
I'm not entirely sure why I chose to go and see Kirsten O'Brien, other than that I wasn't doing anything else, I quite like CBBC and I felt I wasn't seeing nearly enough women. She's one of the presenters of children's TV, and while she started out seeming a bit "oh aren't I naughty I said a rude word" she gets quite a bit better, telling anecdotes about working with Brian Blessed and showing us her audition tape.
Laurence Clark is one of the writers on the BBC Ouch site, and his show "12% Evil" is about the ways in which disabled people get represented in the media (as evil, brave, asexual etc) and how well he fits this. I enjoyed his show, but I think I might have preferred it as a written thing rather than live. He uses a lot of powerpoint, which was quite good (except, and this is a large and outraged except, his bar charts were not scaled, just vageuly approximated and labelled with the number, BADLY DONE), but it did mean that I was reading ahead a lot of the time. I think it would work well for anyone having difficulty in following what he was saying (he has cerebral palsy), but made it a bit distanced for me. He also had some really great video clips of him finding the most outlandish cause he could collect for based solely on shaking a bucket while sitting in a wheelchair (or as one donator said "some sort of cripple). Good, but I'll probably stick to reading his stuff.
Shappi Khorsandi was brilliant, very funny and kind of acerbic as well as sweet. She's 8 months pregnant, and talks about that, growing up with an Iranian family, going to a posh primary school and a rough secondary and all sorts of things in between.
Stewart Lee's show is "41st Best Stand-Up Ever" after he was voted that in a Channel 4 show thing. It's Stewart Lee, so it was always going to be amazing, and it was, even if he did at one point kick a poor stuffed giraffe toy on the stage. (Accidentally, it's not part of his set.) He is vitriolic about television, pointing out that in many ways Channel 4, sponsors of the venue he was in, were the worst television station. He does that thing where he repeats something over and over again (in this case his mother's retelling of a joke she once heard), and while I think it's funny it does automatically make me very very tense.
I was also excited about seeing Russell Howard (same radio-show reasons as for Jon Richardson, with the extra Mock the Week thing), and did really really enjoy it, but I find him a little too manic to properly appreciate, and he is sometimes a little too optimistic about things and wants us to all think life is beautiful when really not that much. However, it was all very funny, even if my own pedantry stopped me concentrating from time to time because he said something about cranberry jelly "for thrush", and that's cystitis, and I couldn't let the mistake go. Also said something pretty vile about Germaine Greer dying "by tripping over her own tits" which is slightly less horrible in the context of what she said about Steve Irwin dying, but still based on a misguided idea of mythical bra-burning and ties into fairly misogynist stuff.
I decided to go and see Wil Hodgson after seeing him as one of the people in The Book Club, and I'm really pleased I did. I don't think I was aware of him beforehand, and he's a guy with pink spikes in his hair and matching nails, likes punk, My Little Ponies, fat women and was amazingly good. He mostly just talks, not really jokes and not really stories, and one of my favourite bits was him watching a TV show of worst moments of the 80s, and wondering whether it could be the breaking of the miners' strike, Hillsborough, or race riots, and it turning out to have been leg warmers.
Compilation type things where I didn't know who'd be there:
The Comedy Zone, which was compered by John Robins, who was rather lovely and I'd really like to see him do a set sometime. The other three were Barry Dodds, who is perfectly welcome to have a weird sense of humour, or not, as he chooses, but could really do with not telling us so many times that he has one, particularly if he does not then show us an example of this. I remember nothing else about him, nor did I remember anything else about Carl Donnelly, the second guy, until I inadvertently saw him again at Full Mooners. The last guy, Joe Wilkinson was much better, though bearded.
Best of Irish Comedy. Again, the compere was really good and I'd like to see more of him, Johnny Candon this time. The first guy was Dermot someone and I remember very little about him other than claiming that Americans can't cope with his name, which I sympathise with as someone thought I was called Gladys once. (I'm not.) Carol Tobin was next, and while occasionally irritating, mostly rather nastily funny. She ended with an odd thing about wanting a comedian boyfriend so that she could undermine his confidence, specifically Ed Byrne, and I have no idea whether I was supposed to know why she said him or if it was just for her, but anyway. The headline was David O'Doherty, who I hadn't seen do anything except songs before (he did "Very mild superpowers"), and really enjoyed.
Well. I went to the Big Value Late Show, figuring that it would be an interesting mix of things that I wouldn't have gone to otherwise. It started out okay, the compere Jason Cook was quite nice, and then the first act were Ginger and Black, who do songs while looking angry. I do actually like all the musical comedy I've seen, but still whenever someone takes to the stage with a guitar my heart kind of sinks. They were excellent though. Then there were Eddie Hoo and Dave Longley. I've never actually seen someone die on stage before, much less someone who I really wanted to. Sample joke: rapists get a bad press, it's just ugly men showing initiative. I assume that he was going for the whole ironic post-whatever shit, but really, really didn't pull it off. We weren't a large audience, but everyone was prety much stony-faced. Then Dave Longley didn't do much better, same sort of vein. By this point, the women in the front row were fed up and heckling (having started out by not wanting to sit at the front in case they were picked on...), and so he mostly argued with them and bored the rest of the audience. However, the worst part was that the compere came on at the end apparently to chastise us for finding it offensive when really it's just words and the thing that's truly offensive is children dying in Africa. And he can just fuck off. It wasn't that it was offensive - bits of it did offend me, but I've laughed at stuff that offended me before. The problem with both acts were that they weren't funny. They tried to claim that this was because they were used to a different late night audience, but that's not really a terribly good excuse. There were a lot of women in, so perhaps that was a problem for them?
The Best of showcase was a little odd, but then it was quite an early gig for most of them, I guess. It was hosted by Jarlath Regan who I thought sounded American but turned out to be Irish. I then remember precisely none of the acts, even their names, except the last one who was J J Whitehead and I only remember him because his show is called "Pretending to be Retarded is Impolite", which...yeah.
And then things that aren't really showcases but had lots of people in them:
Oh, I really, really enjoyed "The Book Club". It was something I decided to go to from the alf-price hut place, and it was ace. Robin Ince read us bits from various Mills and Boon books, including one on vets with a terribly technical pharmaceutical chapter, and one with an exchange at the getting together bit that went "yes, the storm was nearly the undoing of me. When I saw you lying there I damn near raped you." "Oh, it wouldn't have been rape. I doubt I'd have fought back at all." We had a poem from a space poems compilation read out with accompanying interpretive dance by Asher Treleaven, which was about drinking tea in zero gravity, Johnny Candon, the compere from the Best of Irish was reading social change essays like "Martin Luther King: The Boring Man at the Party" "Rosa Parks: The Grumpy Woman on the Bus" and "Emily Davison: The Silly Woman Who Ruined it for Everyone". Owen Niblock was there with his Gig-a-Tron automated computer thing, which was really cool and again would like to see more of. Wil Hodgson did a bit of his set. Finally Martin White played some songs on his accordion. It was all lovely comedy about books and I wish I'd been before.
Early Edition is the festival version of the TV show Late Edition. We got free coffee and satirical pastries, though mine was a very welcome jam doughnut which I'm not sure qualifies as pastry. It had Marcus Brigstock and Andre Vincent as ever, and the guests were Rich Hall and Hugo Rifkind (diary editor at The Times). Rich Hall wore a baseball cap throughout, which meant as we were sitting above him we couldn't see his face at all, which was rather odd. They were ostensibly doing jokes about the day's news, so we had the Scottish lottery winner (apparently she's fat, which is essential information I'm glad they mentioned), apologies to Ireland, the make-up of the Union flag. Marcus got angry about the Daily Mail letters, and read a story which seemed to be about whatever they've called the Dangerous Book equivalent for girls, where they talked about key skills for women including baking cakes and looking pretty.
"Matt Forde's On Heat" was very funny, but also weird to be at because a lot of the time it felt like the audience were intruding on their own private jokes, and while I still found them amusing it was just odd. It's ostensibly a panel show about topical things, but mostly just sniping at each other, which I always like. Matt Forde is the host-type-person, and he has an adorable high-pitched giggle. The captain-types are Mark Olver and Jon Richardson (so I was very pleased anyway) and they had guests in the shape of Wil Hodgson (again yay) and Chris Martin, who I don't know at all, but was pleasingly competitive. Mostly I remember the bit at the beginning when they were talking about what they'd had for lunch and meandered slightly into descriptions of Pizza Huts they had known.
Another random choice based on timeslot was "Janey Godley's Chat Show", which is a shortish thing with different guests each day. The day I went she had Tommy Sheridan, Sarah Kendall, and a guy whose show was being Frank Sinazi, basically filking Rat Pack stuff while dressed as Hitler. It was very weird. I was pleased that Sarah Kendall was there as I'd wanted to see her but not been able to. She said some cool stuff about how being the first woman nominated for something in nine years meant that people either said that that meant that she was an exception to all the crap women, or that she was only done to be a sop to feminist criticism.
The very last thing I saw was Full Mooners, which had the usual people of Andrew Maxwell et al, and then Tony Woods, Carl Donnelly (whom I liked better second time around) and Steve Hughes. We did not have breakdancers, but did have Maxwell throwing himself at the wall in a brave attempt. That was quite nice.
I saw Shakespeare Bingo, using The Comedy of Errors, which was kind of eh. They mostly did the whole twins thing by having a company largely composed of thin blonge women. Seriously, the women with the darkest hair had the smallest parts. They did have a nice kind of company uniform of stripy socks and converse sneakers.
I also got to stay with my friend T, whom I haven't seen properly since we finished the MA, and catch up and talk about feminism, mental illness and singing. I'm going up again in October to see her first gig - she's a jazz singer. And during the week I went bookshopping with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pisica, who is an excellent guide for this sort of excursion. Well done Edinburgh.
First of all, the queuing at the Pleasance bits was great. There were signs saying where queues started from and what they were for, and I loved them hard. As I was on my own, and for a variety of reasons having a bit of a weird time brain-wise, I found it a bit stressful between shows because there often wasn't somewhere I could just sit and read, and I wasn't coping so well with the crowds so I didn't eat very well, or at all some days, because I couldn't manage buying food, but at least the queuing was good.
Secondly, I was a little bit fuming at one point (while in one of the well-managed queues) because there I was in Edinburgh during the festivals, with lots of really awesome people also there, and I had not seen a single great person even in the distance (though I wasn't wearing my glasses and wouldn't have seen them had they been there), but Neil and Christine Hamilton walked past very close to me TWICE. The bastards. Though then I did see Armando Iannunci watching Stewart Lee's show, and Mel Giedroyc leaving afterwards, so that soothed me somewhat.
Because I am constitutionally incapable of not having a plan and a reasonable expectation that the plan will be workable, I'd mostly booked tickets quite a long time before I got there, and then once I was there and sort of knew what was where I chose various things to fill in the gaps. It was split between individual comedians who I liked, and sort of compilation type things to see what there was other than "people Clare has probably seen on TV".
Individual comedians:
Jon Richardson was mostly the reason I decided to go to Edinburgh. I'd been listening to the radio show he does with Russell Howard on 6music, and really liked him. I couldn't find any gigs he was doing remotely near me (having been unhelpfully somewhere else on the occasion he was actually in Lancaster), so decided to take a Leap. Anyway, he was absolutely fantastic, and I'm so glad I went, it was definitely the best thing I saw in the festival. The show is called "Spatula Pad". He hates people (but in quite a nice way) and likes order, and has puns about maths. Puns about maths. Heaven. Anyway, pedantic and pessimistic and hilarious. This is a bit that crops up in his show:
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Also very good: Simon Amstell's show. It's called "No Self"and sort of included an incitement to suicide in a cheerful kind of way. Sort of winds through break-ups, annoyance at consumer-packaged identity and ends up with an account of the December 2005 tsunami and how socially embarrassing it was for him being in Thailand at the time. (This sounds a bit disjointed when I say it, so perhaps I should just echo the review of the girl leaving the show in front of me, who sent a text reading "lol." in its entirety.)
I'm not entirely sure why I chose to go and see Kirsten O'Brien, other than that I wasn't doing anything else, I quite like CBBC and I felt I wasn't seeing nearly enough women. She's one of the presenters of children's TV, and while she started out seeming a bit "oh aren't I naughty I said a rude word" she gets quite a bit better, telling anecdotes about working with Brian Blessed and showing us her audition tape.
Laurence Clark is one of the writers on the BBC Ouch site, and his show "12% Evil" is about the ways in which disabled people get represented in the media (as evil, brave, asexual etc) and how well he fits this. I enjoyed his show, but I think I might have preferred it as a written thing rather than live. He uses a lot of powerpoint, which was quite good (except, and this is a large and outraged except, his bar charts were not scaled, just vageuly approximated and labelled with the number, BADLY DONE), but it did mean that I was reading ahead a lot of the time. I think it would work well for anyone having difficulty in following what he was saying (he has cerebral palsy), but made it a bit distanced for me. He also had some really great video clips of him finding the most outlandish cause he could collect for based solely on shaking a bucket while sitting in a wheelchair (or as one donator said "some sort of cripple). Good, but I'll probably stick to reading his stuff.
Shappi Khorsandi was brilliant, very funny and kind of acerbic as well as sweet. She's 8 months pregnant, and talks about that, growing up with an Iranian family, going to a posh primary school and a rough secondary and all sorts of things in between.
Stewart Lee's show is "41st Best Stand-Up Ever" after he was voted that in a Channel 4 show thing. It's Stewart Lee, so it was always going to be amazing, and it was, even if he did at one point kick a poor stuffed giraffe toy on the stage. (Accidentally, it's not part of his set.) He is vitriolic about television, pointing out that in many ways Channel 4, sponsors of the venue he was in, were the worst television station. He does that thing where he repeats something over and over again (in this case his mother's retelling of a joke she once heard), and while I think it's funny it does automatically make me very very tense.
I was also excited about seeing Russell Howard (same radio-show reasons as for Jon Richardson, with the extra Mock the Week thing), and did really really enjoy it, but I find him a little too manic to properly appreciate, and he is sometimes a little too optimistic about things and wants us to all think life is beautiful when really not that much. However, it was all very funny, even if my own pedantry stopped me concentrating from time to time because he said something about cranberry jelly "for thrush", and that's cystitis, and I couldn't let the mistake go. Also said something pretty vile about Germaine Greer dying "by tripping over her own tits" which is slightly less horrible in the context of what she said about Steve Irwin dying, but still based on a misguided idea of mythical bra-burning and ties into fairly misogynist stuff.
I decided to go and see Wil Hodgson after seeing him as one of the people in The Book Club, and I'm really pleased I did. I don't think I was aware of him beforehand, and he's a guy with pink spikes in his hair and matching nails, likes punk, My Little Ponies, fat women and was amazingly good. He mostly just talks, not really jokes and not really stories, and one of my favourite bits was him watching a TV show of worst moments of the 80s, and wondering whether it could be the breaking of the miners' strike, Hillsborough, or race riots, and it turning out to have been leg warmers.
Compilation type things where I didn't know who'd be there:
The Comedy Zone, which was compered by John Robins, who was rather lovely and I'd really like to see him do a set sometime. The other three were Barry Dodds, who is perfectly welcome to have a weird sense of humour, or not, as he chooses, but could really do with not telling us so many times that he has one, particularly if he does not then show us an example of this. I remember nothing else about him, nor did I remember anything else about Carl Donnelly, the second guy, until I inadvertently saw him again at Full Mooners. The last guy, Joe Wilkinson was much better, though bearded.
Best of Irish Comedy. Again, the compere was really good and I'd like to see more of him, Johnny Candon this time. The first guy was Dermot someone and I remember very little about him other than claiming that Americans can't cope with his name, which I sympathise with as someone thought I was called Gladys once. (I'm not.) Carol Tobin was next, and while occasionally irritating, mostly rather nastily funny. She ended with an odd thing about wanting a comedian boyfriend so that she could undermine his confidence, specifically Ed Byrne, and I have no idea whether I was supposed to know why she said him or if it was just for her, but anyway. The headline was David O'Doherty, who I hadn't seen do anything except songs before (he did "Very mild superpowers"), and really enjoyed.
Well. I went to the Big Value Late Show, figuring that it would be an interesting mix of things that I wouldn't have gone to otherwise. It started out okay, the compere Jason Cook was quite nice, and then the first act were Ginger and Black, who do songs while looking angry. I do actually like all the musical comedy I've seen, but still whenever someone takes to the stage with a guitar my heart kind of sinks. They were excellent though. Then there were Eddie Hoo and Dave Longley. I've never actually seen someone die on stage before, much less someone who I really wanted to. Sample joke: rapists get a bad press, it's just ugly men showing initiative. I assume that he was going for the whole ironic post-whatever shit, but really, really didn't pull it off. We weren't a large audience, but everyone was prety much stony-faced. Then Dave Longley didn't do much better, same sort of vein. By this point, the women in the front row were fed up and heckling (having started out by not wanting to sit at the front in case they were picked on...), and so he mostly argued with them and bored the rest of the audience. However, the worst part was that the compere came on at the end apparently to chastise us for finding it offensive when really it's just words and the thing that's truly offensive is children dying in Africa. And he can just fuck off. It wasn't that it was offensive - bits of it did offend me, but I've laughed at stuff that offended me before. The problem with both acts were that they weren't funny. They tried to claim that this was because they were used to a different late night audience, but that's not really a terribly good excuse. There were a lot of women in, so perhaps that was a problem for them?
The Best of showcase was a little odd, but then it was quite an early gig for most of them, I guess. It was hosted by Jarlath Regan who I thought sounded American but turned out to be Irish. I then remember precisely none of the acts, even their names, except the last one who was J J Whitehead and I only remember him because his show is called "Pretending to be Retarded is Impolite", which...yeah.
And then things that aren't really showcases but had lots of people in them:
Oh, I really, really enjoyed "The Book Club". It was something I decided to go to from the alf-price hut place, and it was ace. Robin Ince read us bits from various Mills and Boon books, including one on vets with a terribly technical pharmaceutical chapter, and one with an exchange at the getting together bit that went "yes, the storm was nearly the undoing of me. When I saw you lying there I damn near raped you." "Oh, it wouldn't have been rape. I doubt I'd have fought back at all." We had a poem from a space poems compilation read out with accompanying interpretive dance by Asher Treleaven, which was about drinking tea in zero gravity, Johnny Candon, the compere from the Best of Irish was reading social change essays like "Martin Luther King: The Boring Man at the Party" "Rosa Parks: The Grumpy Woman on the Bus" and "Emily Davison: The Silly Woman Who Ruined it for Everyone". Owen Niblock was there with his Gig-a-Tron automated computer thing, which was really cool and again would like to see more of. Wil Hodgson did a bit of his set. Finally Martin White played some songs on his accordion. It was all lovely comedy about books and I wish I'd been before.
Early Edition is the festival version of the TV show Late Edition. We got free coffee and satirical pastries, though mine was a very welcome jam doughnut which I'm not sure qualifies as pastry. It had Marcus Brigstock and Andre Vincent as ever, and the guests were Rich Hall and Hugo Rifkind (diary editor at The Times). Rich Hall wore a baseball cap throughout, which meant as we were sitting above him we couldn't see his face at all, which was rather odd. They were ostensibly doing jokes about the day's news, so we had the Scottish lottery winner (apparently she's fat, which is essential information I'm glad they mentioned), apologies to Ireland, the make-up of the Union flag. Marcus got angry about the Daily Mail letters, and read a story which seemed to be about whatever they've called the Dangerous Book equivalent for girls, where they talked about key skills for women including baking cakes and looking pretty.
"Matt Forde's On Heat" was very funny, but also weird to be at because a lot of the time it felt like the audience were intruding on their own private jokes, and while I still found them amusing it was just odd. It's ostensibly a panel show about topical things, but mostly just sniping at each other, which I always like. Matt Forde is the host-type-person, and he has an adorable high-pitched giggle. The captain-types are Mark Olver and Jon Richardson (so I was very pleased anyway) and they had guests in the shape of Wil Hodgson (again yay) and Chris Martin, who I don't know at all, but was pleasingly competitive. Mostly I remember the bit at the beginning when they were talking about what they'd had for lunch and meandered slightly into descriptions of Pizza Huts they had known.
Another random choice based on timeslot was "Janey Godley's Chat Show", which is a shortish thing with different guests each day. The day I went she had Tommy Sheridan, Sarah Kendall, and a guy whose show was being Frank Sinazi, basically filking Rat Pack stuff while dressed as Hitler. It was very weird. I was pleased that Sarah Kendall was there as I'd wanted to see her but not been able to. She said some cool stuff about how being the first woman nominated for something in nine years meant that people either said that that meant that she was an exception to all the crap women, or that she was only done to be a sop to feminist criticism.
The very last thing I saw was Full Mooners, which had the usual people of Andrew Maxwell et al, and then Tony Woods, Carl Donnelly (whom I liked better second time around) and Steve Hughes. We did not have breakdancers, but did have Maxwell throwing himself at the wall in a brave attempt. That was quite nice.
I saw Shakespeare Bingo, using The Comedy of Errors, which was kind of eh. They mostly did the whole twins thing by having a company largely composed of thin blonge women. Seriously, the women with the darkest hair had the smallest parts. They did have a nice kind of company uniform of stripy socks and converse sneakers.
I also got to stay with my friend T, whom I haven't seen properly since we finished the MA, and catch up and talk about feminism, mental illness and singing. I'm going up again in October to see her first gig - she's a jazz singer. And during the week I went bookshopping with
pisica, who is an excellent guide for this sort of excursion. Well done Edinburgh.
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Date: 2007-08-18 07:40 pm (UTC)I ♥ Jon Richardson. He's so cheery in his hatred of the world! Actually, John Robins co-presented a couple of radio shows with him when Russell was in Australia. I think I've got them on mp3 if you want an upload?
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Date: 2007-08-18 09:58 pm (UTC)Me too! I have all the radio shows saved myself, so I'm okay for that. I'd remembered that John Robins was on those, and was pleased to see him, but I'd like to know what the stuff he writes is like, rather than more like talking. If that makes any sense at all. But thanks for the offer! I've checked on his myspace, and he is apparently doing the university circuit, as he will be in Lancaster later this term. Excellent.
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Date: 2007-08-18 10:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-18 10:12 pm (UTC)I'd like to come with you guys if you go up. It'd be nice to see some shows with people as well as flit off and do the bits on your own as well. I avoided the 24 hour show because I didn't think I'd manage all of it either! I'd start getting grumpy from lack of sleep.
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Date: 2007-08-18 10:19 pm (UTC)I hope he doesn't stop the 24 hour show before next year!
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Date: 2007-08-18 09:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-18 10:10 pm (UTC)I slept more than I thought I would! I was sharing a room in a hostel with some very considerate people, and mostly slept late in the mornings. Though I was very glad to be in my own bed again last night - hadn't slept in it for about two weeks properly what with flitting about.
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Date: 2007-08-19 07:30 am (UTC)Also, you're probably catching up on things, but FYI there's an e-mail about a possible group dinner meet-up in London. *is excited*
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Date: 2007-08-19 08:34 am (UTC)I'd rather this wasn't reposted anywhere else.
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Date: 2007-08-19 08:39 am (UTC)Heh, David is an old college friend of mine and what seemed like half of my social circle turned up in his recent Irish TV sitcom - it was bizarre, every time a new character turned up, Patsington and I would be like "hey, it's Joss/Paul/Brian etc". After a while we just stopped commenting on it because it happened so often we were missing most of the show with our exclamations.
That does sound like a fantastic few days; I'm sorry the festival will be more or less over by the time I get over there in a few weeks!
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Date: 2007-08-19 09:01 am (UTC)It was properly ace. I definitely want to go again. But then I also want to go to Edinburgh again when it's not festival time because I really didn't do anything other than see shows, even though I meant to.
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Date: 2007-08-19 02:29 pm (UTC)