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Election Giggles 2010

6 May
About a month ago, a friend I'd made at Latitude last year messaged me kinda out of the blue. Apparently, she'd seen some of the blogs and twittering myself and Linzy have done at other gigs and wanted this kinda set up along with some skype and live streaming connections for a special comedy and music gig on election night. 
Now this sounded like a lot of work, but also sounded great fun, as there were already some great names booked up, and I'd rather be spending the night with people I know than crying into a beer by myself.
So after about 100 e-mails between myself, Becky, Linz and a few people who work at the Working Men's Club we had a rough idea of what was going on, so to London I went.
After meeting up with Linzy and eventually finding Becky, we started on one of the most tech heavy shows I've ever been involved in. Room 1 we had the main stage that should have plenty of acts such as comedians, speakers, possibly a musician or two. Also we had two screens set up, one that would contain a twitter feed with the #electiongiggle where anyone could post a message, thus keeping the people at home happy. The other screen was showing the BBC results with subtitles so people could do commentary on the results if they so wished.  Room 2 we had a massive screen TV showing the Sky News election and a selection of newspapers to vomit over (Did you all see The Sun Thursday, I could have puked up in the shop). We wanted this to be a room where people can go rage at all the results and have a quiet pint without all the activities going on upstairs. 
We had the usual few problems with not having the right cables or having them pointed in the right direction to make everything happen instantly, and the live feed went out after about 10 minutes of shaking our head in dismay, but the main problem we seemed to suffer from was lack of people on things. Their tech set up is such that the microphones have to be controlled from the back of the theatre, whilst the music from the box at the side of the stage, thats two right away. Luckily we didn't have to have anyone on twitter (apart from the couple of times it decided not to, and the couple of times someone twiddled with it) and the feed to people the other side of the world was only gonna happen once. Even so I found myself DJ-ing the whole night.
Anyhoo, the night kicked off well with Thom Tuck and Terry Saunders having a bit of banter and introducing a handful of comics like the wonderful Robin Ince and the musically great Martin White composing a song on the spot (I apologise greatly, but there's a few that have escaped my memory, remember how much sleep I didn't have) we eventually settled into a routine of comics, banter and a jive song every hour on the hour to make sure people were still awake. The only other change to this was us getting in contact with Josie Long, currently in New Zealand, Via Skype.
I can't say she is very amusing normally, but on this occasion, she just sat there and ate an apple. Which considering it was 4AM our time, I think people wanted something a little bit more interesting. Unfortunately, Josie couldn't hear the crowd heckling her off, so we just said a hurried goodbye and got rid of her. Oh dear. 
So, the reason we were all there. Election.
I'm not one really to go on about politics, once their in power there's not a great deal to do other than shake your fist at the television every time they raise taxes. However, partially because of this gig and partially because this is my first general election I wanted to take more of a note and really make an educated vote.
And I really don't want the Tories in.
I don't mind telling you, I voted Lib Dem nationally and Labour locally. 
I do feel a bit like I wasted my vote nationally, even before the results started to flood in for everyone else, I really didn't feel the Libs would get very far. Locally, however, I really don't feel like anyone other than our Labour Candidate, Bob Blizzard, should be in charge of Waveney. The Lib Dem guy currently lives in Stanstead, which is 112 miles away and the Tory twat is about 12 and shouldn't even get the keys to a car let alone to the county.
I'm reasonably sure I was surrounded by a staunch Labour crowd, what with the whooping and cheering every time they won a seat and booing when anything blue popped onto the screen.
Other highlights included the immense booing of the BNP, and the hysterics when they didn't even get a seat (Ditto for UKIP) the brilliance of the Green Party getting a seat in Brighton (The poor woman was crying when she gave her speech, I don't think she expected to get in at all) and last but not least, this guy: 
Youtube

Apparently he's a comedian by the name of Deek Jackson, and not a very good one at that. But it would be hard to be worse than his turnout. He got a grand total of 57 votes to Gordon Browns 29,559. I'm sure I have more friends than that. 
Having said that, my sunglasses are nowhere near as cool.

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To-Do List 2010 Pt2

13 Mar

Well, not many of you got back to me, so I though I'd take matters into my own hands.
Here is the rundown:

Adam Bloom
Al Murray
Andy Parsons
Ardal O'Hanlon
Billy Connolly
Brendon Burns
Chris Addison
Craig Campbell
Daniel Kitson
Dara O'Briain
Dave Spikey
David Baddiel
Frank Skinner
Harry Hill
Jack Dee
Jason John Whitehead
Jason Manford
Jason Rouse
Jenny Eclair
Jo Brand
Jo Caulfield
John Bishop
Lee Mack
Miles Jupp
Omid Djalili
Rhys Darby
Russell Brand
Sean Lock
Steve Hughes
Stewart Lee
Tim Vine
Tommy Tiernan

32 people still on the list (Bearing in mind I've already crossed Alex Horne and Stephen Lynch off the list, and it's only March) A lot of these ones I'll probably only get to see if I make my way to a TV recording like Have I Got News For You or QI, which is do-able. Some of these folks might even be nice enough to tour some place near me, save me even more money!
So, if anyone hears when these guys are on (especially the top names) please tell me so I can get my hands on some tickets and cross some more off the list.

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To do List – 2010

12 Mar

Right, as you all know I loves my comedy.
I have been halfway across the world to see some fantastic stand-ups and met some lovely people who I might have missed had I stayed at home.
So now, I'm asking you lovely people to help me make a comprehensive list of middle to big name comics so I can be incredibly narcissistic and cross them off if I've seen them.
This should then leave me with the 2010 comedy to-do list!
So please, either leave a list of everyone you can think of or add to the person above you, from big TV/Movie people, right down to the ones still trudging the London circus circuit, or if you 're a non-UK-er please, leave me some culture, and a challenge from your land. But be warned, that may result in me landing on your doorstep expecting a place to crash.
So,
Comment away:

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Stephen Lynch-3 Balloons

6 Mar

So another set of messages between myself and Sarah saw me heading off to Bristol again, but not for Jon!
No, this time we were at the very pretty hippodrome theatre to see a musical comedian named Stephen Lynch.
Now, I doubt even some of you hardcore English comedy fans have heard of him, as he's played very few gigs over here. He says himself that he owes most of his popularity in Europe to youtube. I felt a bit smug that I'd seen him on Comedy Central first, but either way, he's not done too badly over here, just check out the sold-out tour he's on at the moment.

I shan't get into how crappy the journey down was, (I kinda expected 3 changes just to get to London wasn't gonna be a barrel of laughs, and the Megabus to Bristol isn't that exciting) so after meeting up with Sarah and her friend from uni, Jenny, we had a bite to eat, a few drinks then elbowed our way to our second row seats.
What I didn't realise/had forgotten, is Stephen has a whole new album out called "3 Balloons" and this is a tour of some of the songs from it (not including the actual 3 balloons song, but who am I to be picky) and some old favourites.
Along for the ride was Drew Lynch (Stephens brother who was on the DVD) and David Josefsberg, who is a comedy writer in his own right.
SPOILERS:
He opened with a new song called "Waiting" all about waiting…for the results of an aids test, but the relief to find out, it's only Gonorrhea.
My memory is a little hazy on the order of the other songs, but there was Fishing Hole, where everyone is an asshole, Dear Diary parts 1, 2, 3, 5, 10 which are famous peoples optimistic diary entry's usually the day before they died (Or, in Christopher Reeves case, bad case of the owchies.) Medieval Bush which, you guessed it, is a song about pubic hair written in a medieval style, A History lesson, where Stephen explains how he used to be a primary school teacher and riffs off some of the songs he used to teach the kids all ending in"Write is down motherfucker" or in the last case "Write it down Morgan Freeman" (So, don't look shocked if you see me in a t-shirt that says that), Crazy Peanuts, which is based on the Schulz comic strip of old, Dirty Sanchez, written by Josefsberg about the sexual practice of a Dirty Sanchez, written in a flamenco style and the sidekick song (Go on, guess what thats about). Another new one, which isn't on any album (to my limited knowledge) is Tattoo explaining how every "hardcore" tattoo is queer. Oh apart from the teardop one you get in jail for killing a man. Thats a cool tattoo!
Some older ones that you can almost certainly find on youtube are "Tiny Moustache", "Special Ed", "Craig" and "Beelz".
He rounded off the night in great style with a rendition of Princes' Purple Rain, even coming out to terrify some audience members. I still want to know how he hasn't had the pants sued off of him by Prince (See blog, the most paranoid guy in the room)
After letting Sarah spend money on my behalf, and poiny-elbowing it back out of the venue we had a bright idea to loiter by the stage door instead of the main entrance, and sure enough they came out to a group of about 20 people who he was happy enough to take pictures and sign stuff for, even Sarah's 60 flyer's and tickets for friends seems a really lovely bloke.


So after partially stalking them back to their hotel room endeth my evening, but you just know I can't end anything on a high note.
The return journey has to have been one of the worst days of my life, and certainly one of those days where I would give anything to be able to drive.
First: The bus from Bristol got into London 20 minutes late,
Then: I had to wait 10 minutes for the tube train I needed to actually turn up
THEN: Randomly stopped at Aldgate, I dunno, for a breather perhaps. All: Giving me 5 seconds to run across London Liverpool Street to catch my train home.
Said train then,
CRAWLS: Into Norwich 5 minutes late, so I
RUN: to get the Lowestoft one, only to find that they have only put one carriage on, and it's the freaking SCHOOL RUN, so there isn't even one iota of space. So I calmly tell the conductor, that I'm booked on this train, I need to get on this train, I have to teach in 30 minutes time, there is no way I can wait for the next train. To which she replies. TOUGH.
Luckly someone came up and told us there was a coach waiting outside to take the stragglers, or I'd have probably exploded by this point.
SO: This being a non-speedy, rush-hour-traffic-allowing, 40-year-old-driven bus, this then got into Lowestoft late.
HELPFULLY: Blocking my dad in the car park, so we couldn't even make a speedy get away.
FINALLY: Got home in time to grab my keys and go have a yelling match with my boss.

Next stop, Tim Minchin in London!

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Karaoke Circus – Bethnal Green

4 Dec

Seeing as the last time I tried to write up a in-depth blog about Karaoke Circus my computer ate it, this will be a brief summary instead. With thanks to Paul Bailey for the pictures (and lots of wine)
As usual the band consisted of Martin on Keyboard and Accordion, Danielle on Bass, and 2 other people whos names escape me on Guitar & Drums. In addition to this, there was a 10 piece orchestra complete with brass and woodwind section, which added a whole new level of awesomeness.
My highlights of the night, were very much:

Two of Pappys Fun Club (Now simply known as Pappys) sang Merry Christmas Everybody whilst dressed up as a Chef and a turkey (note the Tin Foil doesn't stick to people that well, doubly as he decided jumping up and down like a loon was a good idea, leaving not much but the contents of his boxers jiggling up and down. I wish I could say this was the least I'd seen them in *blind*

Dave Gormans 3 attempts at singing Stop The Cavalry was made especially wonderful by the brass section of the orchestra getting picky about what key they wanted it in,

ME

A absoultly wonderful, amazaing charming talented "blind date" couple singing I Got You Babe. Yes, me and a fellar named Will. Small world, eh? Aparently I couldn't be heard at all, as the band were loud and Will was even louder. Not sure that was a bad thing though

Kevin Eldons wonderful, if slightly depressing rendition of Everybody hurts. If it wasn't for the health and saftey people I'm sure there would have been a sea of lighters.

Tony Gardner and Ben Miller in a very funny version of Little Drummer Boy (complete with the origonal opening skit where David Bowie basically turns up at Bing Crosbys house and busks a gig, if you want to compare, theres a shaky video of Ben and Tony here and Bing and David over here

Chris Addison and Jessica Formally-known-as-stevenson Hynes singing Fairytale of new york was also brill, both very good singers, even if Chris went a little bit mushy by saying "I've always wanted to sing this".

The end of the night, Martin declared everyone a winner and all the turns, comics and audience alike, that had sung earlier in the night got up for one final rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody, which was brilliant brillaint fun. Even if I can't remember much of it.

After saying goodnight to everyone including a hug of the lovely Chris Addison, it was the end of my 2009 comedy adventures. 

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Comedy Fun Times – Day 3

26 Oct

This time, armed with sleep, I managed to get up AM, woohoo.

As there wasn’t a great deal to be done on zero money, Nic and I decided a day of vegging out with comedy DVDs was in order. Dara O’Briain Talks Funny, which I don’t own, so was great fun to watch, Alan Davies Urban Trauma, which was mine (As a side note, I think I’m the only person that still owns this, and I know I’m the only person to own the Live at the Lyric VHS. I paid a bloody fortune for that) and later Jeff Green Back from the Bewilderness, also mine.

Onto the reason I came up to Sheffield in the first place (other than to spend some time with a like minded comedy friend) Ross Noble hosting Riders for health. You can read more about this charity here


Now, up until a couple of days before I left, they hadn't released the line up, which in my mind either meant it was gonna be shit, or gonna be super.

Turns out it was a happy combination of them both.
*I'd just like to take this opportunity to say it's been 2 weeks, and I have a crap memory for the order of things, but I do remember the sets quite well*
Ross started off the night by telling people how to piss themselves, and how shit Nick Griffin looked on Newsnight, and somehow Ross got his shirt caught on the microphone and started parading about the stage.

Toby Foster.
Just because he organised most of the festival, he thinks he's the best thing to happen to planet earth since sliced bread. NEWS FLASH. No he's not. He's like a slightly younger Bernard Manning, and I had a full blown party when he died, if somehow Toby can disappear before next years festival, I'll at least break out the dance machine.

Everly Pregnant Brothers
I'll be honest, the title didn't inspire me with much confidence, bad plays on words shit me up something rotten. So it came as no surprise to me, when 5 of them came out and sat on chairs, Toby Foster joined them and they preceded to play the worst pop songs known to mankind (I will survive, 6"2 eyes of blue) changing a grand total of one word in each. I don't like parodies at the best of times, doubly when they aren't even proper parodies. Ugh.
Thank god for the distraction of Ross in between acts of I may have walked there and then. The second part involved him putting the mic stand in his fly’s and pole dancing with it. Much to our amusement, but probably down right annoying for the next act who had to wait ages for him to sod off,

Next act was Idiot of Ants, who I'd heard a hell of a lot about since Melbourne, I remember lots of people ranting and raving about their show, and I was not disappointed. Lovely (if not slightly sexist) routine about a hen party who get a sex change, and the Guantanamo camp for an education in crappy dad jokes (Have a nice trip, send us a postcard) Without a doubt some of the best sketch comedy I've seen in a long time.

After the designated piss break was the raffle (Top/only prize was an afternoon go-karting with Ross and any others of the line-up that could be dragged along) It's a shame that the person who won it didn't sound totally thrilled, I'd have been jumping up and down like a loon.

Anyhow, penultimate act was the lovely Bernie Clifton who I was convinced was dead, so when the first words out of his mouth were "Bet you thought I was dead" Nic and I almost pissed ourselves laughing. The usual riding around on his ostrich and his not so normal riding about on a nun, and giving a truck load of gifts to one poor woman on the front row (including a massive inflatable of himself)
How do you follow that as a headline act I hear you say? Well by none other than

EDDIE IZZARD!
So happy to finally see Eddie live, and he was fantastic. He had great fun talking about the Romans and the big swords they used to have, which lead to an extended routine about people trying to kill themselves by impaling themselves onto the end of it and moving slowly up the blade. Ok so Eddie material doesn't transcript very well. The thing that made me chuckle the most was him saying that if God has this wonderful plan it's unfolding very much like he hasn't got a plan. And if he did have a plan, why did he not just ping Hitler’s head off!

After the show, my feet were insanely achy (turns out I had a pair of flat shoes with me the whole time, but FORGOT I'd packed them) but we did hang around long enough to see everyone leave. Lots of restraint not to punch Toby, amusing to see St Johns ambulance crew leaving shortly after Bernie, and, the wonderful Eddie Izzard stopped to sign and take pictures. Now, I think anyone who hangs around after is lovely, but doubly for this guy, he's Hollywood, he had a tour bus waiting for him, could more than happily have sodded off but he didn't. Bravo.
 

After a bit of wine and some munchies back at Nics it was bed time, thus ending my comedy adventures for the year. At least for now!

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Comedy Fun Times – Day 1

24 Oct

Despite physically not being able to get out of bed Friday (and most of Thursday) I managed to prop myself up on a bus and head to London.
After loitering in McDonalds for a couple of hours (In a corner with two other asleep people) I got in touch with Linzy and went for a coffee and a catch up (2 month worth of talking) and for some Tru Blood goodies from Liza. After a brief stop at the worlds smallest Travelodge and the world’s only veggie Nandos, we headed off to the Hammersmith Apollo.

Now, as *avid* readers of my blog will know I live in the arse end of nowhere and subsequently the theatre I work at is tiny. As in, you could lose my theatre in the Hammersmith 360 times over. This scares the HOLY SHIT outta me.
Needless to say Tim was on cracking form and didn’t subject me to the shiny leggings he'd worn the night before

The only slight hiccup was on "If I didn't have you" where he managed to start the wrong verse, but the relentless backing singers soon told him he was wrong. This I totally and un-biasdly do not believe was Tim's fault, but rather brings me onto a rant about the crappyness of the show from a technical point of view.

My new theory is: The bigger the theatre, the less people cares.

1. Related to my last point, Tim didn't have a monitor at the front of stage. He had one by the piano, all well and good, but Tim does 3 numbers away from that one, so why was there not one anywhere else. I think this is what lead Tim to being a beat behind in some of the songs (gonna take some cracking editing there) and probably lead to his error in If I didn't have you.
2. Feedback/Cracking on the mic. I refuse to believe a venue of that size and with that amount of money has such shit microphones that they can be interfered by passing taxis.
3. If you're going to have big fancy pyros on stage, try not to set the performer alight.
4. And this pissed me off all evening. One light (A par-can) was flickering whilst we were taking our seats. The same light then proceeded to flicker all the time the show was on and even when every other light was off. PULL THE FUCKING PLUG.
These are all relatively minor annoyances but seeing as it's a DVD recording you'd think they'd put in a tiny bit of effort. Oh No No No.
Anyhoo, it was a good show deserving of the two standing ovations it got. Tim didn't come out after the show so I couldn't moan at him for not coming out after the last gig.

NOW. If you are my parents. Stop reading. If you are someone I work with. Stop reading. If you are someone who even remotely gives a damn about me. Stop reading.
This is where it gets a bit hairy.
Because I was a fool and left all my planning till the last second, I had nowhere to sleep and even though Shell offered, their room really was too small so I decided to have a kip in the train station for 8 hours. Bad move. First I sat in a quiet corner near the baggage collection, till a nice security man kicked me (& others) out. So I moved round the other side. Till a nice security woman kicked EVERYONE out. It was only for two hours; maybe they had to clean up the Saturday night puke. But this opened up the floodgates for a creepy guy to ask me where I was staying, and then follow me outside. Now I only went round the corner where a shuttle bus went every half hour, so there was plenty of people, but this guy would not take no for an answer. So I resorted to my usual method of fixing things and yelled at him. Thus grabbing the attention of the people around me and making the guy bolt.
2 Hours later and I was happily back in the "warmth" of the station, still with 7 hours to go. Because the F'ing clocking went back an hour. AGH. To compensate for this though, there was much hilarity at the coach station.
A big angry dude came rushing in and started banging on the doors, screaming and just generally being as obnoxious as possible. So a megabus driver calmly opened the door:
Man: "What the fuck, why isn't the door opened to the bus, what sorta shit service are you running, it's gone 8 man"
Driver: "Can I see your ticket please"
Man: *Hands over*
Driver: *Rips up ticket* Don't you dare come battering my door down again. It's 7 not 8 because the clocks have gone back an hour. Now get lost.
*Round of applause from nearby affected*

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World Tour Of East Anglia:

6 Sep
Flushed with the recent sucsess of being in 300 places at once (I managed to get away with not really helping out for Fawlty Towers) I now seem to have on my plate a solid week of doing things.
Nothing too hard or stressful. Just things. Nice to be kept busy I suppose.
Seeing as I probably wont be able to get on the internet between now and the end of time, I'll post an itenerary now, so anyone who wants to stalk me will know where I am at all times.
Monday: Getting all the Fawlty Towers set out of the theatre, and probably back into the store till the end of the week. Hello Dolly rehursal in Beccles, 7:30 pm as per.
Tuesday: Bar the lie-in I think I've earnt, I'm off to Norwich Art Center to see Trevor Lock et al on the free tickets I was kindly given by the Fabba group last month.
Wednsday: Another rehursal for Hello Dolly in the good ol Beccles, it's getting nearer the show now, so they've become a lot more intensive.
Thursday: Off to the Cut in Halesworth with the now mobile Fawlty Towers set, to go guess some lighting cues
Friday: Ditto, but this is in the shiny Fisher Theatre in Bungay.
Saturday: Mums birthday, so I can take a random guess that we'll be going to East Ruston if the weather is fine. Or if it's not.
Sunday: TIM! Like every fan should, I've started getting withdrawal symptoms from not seeing him for a couple of months. However like a bad fan, this is the only one on the tour I'm going to bar one Apollo gig (And only then because someone else got the tickets for me). Hmm. Norwich Theatre Royal for that one.
Monday: Guess what, back to beccles for yet another Hello Dolly rehursal. Not that I don't need them.

So there we have it. A whole week of being places that isn't Lowestoft. Aren't I lucky!
And I am so bored, here's a map:

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72 hours of Edinburgh – Pt3

23 Aug

DAY 3
Somehow I managed to get my hands on a ticket for a special extra added date to the next show, which is a miracle, as they normally sell out in about 10 seconds flat.

Paul Merton’s Impro Chums:


Paul Merton, Richard Vranch, Suki Webster, Mike McShane and Tim *Someone* made up the crew, and by hell was this one of the funniest shows I've seen in a while. The Tim bloke, who was the only one I'd never heard of before, was amazingly good, if not slightly rude for a mid-day show. Paul was on wonderful form too, and I found out he's now married to Suki. Pity! (Just kidding).
Now for my first (and only) mistake of the whole weekend, I went to my next booking.

The Oxford Imps:


I was sold to these people by a friend of a friend, as I'm a fan of Impro comedy. Yes, I normally am, and I think if I had seen them any other day or any other time other than an hour after I had seen the king of impro comedy that is Paul Merton, they would have been quite good. A couple of them were very funny, the keyboardist was very good. The others (especially/predictably the American) were making up for lack of talent with an abundance of enthusiasm. This just didn’t cut it for me. Also, they stole, and I do mean word for word, a game from Pauls show (The game was a challenge to tell a story on the spot, if they stopped even for a second or stumbled over their words (No hesitation, deviation or repetition, hang on, that’s stolen too) the audience had to shout DIE very loudly at them. Which I did quite happily. Because they should be hung for stealing ideas)
Seeing as it was raining non-stop (Welcome to Edinburgh) and I was trudging my home/backpack round the place with me, I thought I'd sit in a cafe and let the world go by for a couple of hours. However, I totally forgot that it was a Sunday, and I'm sure the cafe wanted to close about 3 hours before I arrived. Meh. Either way, I killed enough time to get in a series of free shows before Karaoke Circus.

OCD – Truly Madly Neatly
Turns out free doesn't mean rubbish, as this show was hilarious, if not making me look slightly harder at the "quirks" I have and decided that I probably am quite OCD. Meh Meh. I was quite happy to throw a few quid in the bucket on the way out.

Robin Ince Vs The Moral Majority
Defiantly not rubbish. In a room hotter than hell itself, this whole show was brought about by the Guardian writing a what’s hot and what’s not column and "Comedians who attack the Daily Mail" were not hot, take note Marcus Brigstock and Robin Ince. So he decided to attack the Guardian instead. I have to agree with Robin on most things, I can't open any paper without yelling at most of the articles, even in my local one, too many things are ridiculous if you look at them in depth. Also made me wish I'd seen his science show earlier on in the day, there’s some books I defiantly need to get my hands on. Or his book club show. Or his Bleeding heart liberal show. And I would be seeing him later on in Karaoke Circus. That man isn't going to be happy till he's killed himself. Still, all in the name of comedy.

After the show, I was hanging around to see the show directly after it, and ended up talking to Peter Buckly-Hill the founder of Free Fringe, and Robin came up too, trying to convince Peter to come along, without really know what time it was or what venue it was in. So I flyered him for it, and told him I'd see him later.

PBH:
I learnt my lesson last time, and plonked myself right by a fan for the next two hours. Peter, was very funny, playing a few songs on his guitar, and although I can't remember a huge amount about the guests he had up (other than the Aussie who broke one of the fans in the room, (luckily not the one I was near or he'd have got it) and an American who pretty much was the anti-Kilstine routine, which needless to say I didn't take on board too much). Also had a chat with him, and promised to have a look at helping him out next year, I don't mind volunteering my help to a good cause.

Karaoke Circus:


Finally! Such a cracking line-up, I don't know why everyone who came to see comedy over the month wasn't there, there really was something for everyone.
Robin Ince started off the night, as promised, with Barry Mannilows Copacabana, turns out he's quite a good singer.
Someone else was next murdering Beautiful, originally by Christina Aguilera
A open mic spot filled by someone doing Video Killed the Radio Star, and sounding a carbon copy of the original
Simon Amstell. Meh. Hero. Meh. For someone who hosts(ed) a music quiz he really was quite bad.
Pippa Evans
Pappy's Fun Club
Andrew Collins – I remember lipstick.
Another open mic – Come on Eileen
Carry Quinnilan – Born to run
Tom Stade and someone else
Someone else
Open mic of Eternal Flame (*Growl* My song)
Richard Herring – This town ain't big enough for the both of us (Strangely being the singer of a Sparks song whilst looking like the keyboard player *shrug*)
Someone else doing a duet
You can tell by this point in the night, I was getting quite drunk, there was a few other songs, none of which I sung. I did warn Martin, I'll keep turning up like a bad penny till they let me sing, then realised, that’s not a very serious threat for someone that wants to sell tickets. Lets hope I can make to the next one after all that. Oh and I did get a hug, which according to a few people, is a rarity. I shall treasure it.

So, there endeth the weekend (which was Monday morning by this point) and I went directly to the train station with the full drunken intention of falling asleep in the train station for a couple of hours. Instead I managed to wrangle my way onto an earlier train, so I slept on that instead. Almost missing my stop, and actually leaving my booky wook behind. Now I shall never know if he dies at the end.
Next stop, Cromer Pier!
(Because that can really compare)

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72 hours of Edinburgh – Pt2

22 Aug

DAY 2

Woke up at a reasonable time, as I was being kicked out of the flat and (nearly) everyone else was off home. Continuing my "not seen before" theme, Shell and I decided to see Martin White's solo show (his half arsed attempt to rock out in Ali's show last night sold it to us!)

Martin White – (No ticket, the GRV save on money by handing out returnable tokens)
Carefully hidden away in a venue that no one had heard of (The same one I saw Jamie in last year) sat Martin an his accordion. Basically the show was all about the history of the accordion and how it could bring around the apocalypse in 2012 (He referenced the Mayan calendar, regardless of how much of a piss take this show was, I really think he should have watched the Penn and Teller one on the End Of The World!) with hilarious songs dotted in between. It's a pity that was the last show in the run, I highly recommend this to anyone who loves a bit of musical comedy. Also on the seats for the show, were flyers for Karaoke Circus (which I also managed to get to see at Latitude) and luckily enough the show was on the Sunday night, have to go to that then. As Shell was doing something nice by giving him a badge to do with the 24 hour show, I offered to take some spare flyers and paper Edinburgh with them, which also went down quite well!

Impressed as I was with Phil Kay last night, I thought I'd have a go at seeing his solo show, which fitted in quite nicely between the other things I was thinking about (and by thinking I mean planning, writing, thinking, crossing out, trying to book, failing, re-planning, re-thinking, trying to book again. If I get round to it, I'll show you the wallpaper I've made of all the scribbling I did over one weekend) these thoughts however backfired as the dates Phil had in the brochure were not the dates he was actually doing. Ok, well I'll have what’s in it's place. This for my luck was Barry Cryer & Ronnie Golden, who I have heard of. Time to kill meant flyering for a couple of hours, and I never realised how rude some people were. Well I did, I just thought the festival season might have changed them. I was wrong.

The List Operators:


I was so impressed with their 10 minutes last night, I thought I'd give their hour show a go. And I was not disappointed. They play straight man/cheeky man so brilliantly, and getting the audience to play along with their "4 words to say to be an instant Aussie" (consisting of "Yeah", "Oh", "No" and "Jesus") was hilarious, and I think, audience provided, I could watch this about 100 times. And I doubt it hurts that they were both quite good looking!

Barry Cryer & Ronnie Golden – At Their Pique:


As promised I went along, and I was the youngest person there by at LEAST 20 years, as it happens I'm 54 years younger than Barry. However, I really did enjoy the songs. So much so, I forgoes eating for the rest of the day and bought a CD. Their Peace & Quite song (which as you can guess wasn't that peaceful or quite) must have scared the living daylights out of the people lining up for the next show. Also met them both afterwards to get them to sign it, (along with both their missus' who were peddling the CD's) and got them to sign it. More lovely people to add to the list.

More flyer peddling, whilst trying to avoid the rain. It helped that I was hiding in the Pleasance dome waiting for my next show, and the Karaoke Circus is in the Dome too.

Chris Cox – Mind Over Patter:


This is where my whole "seeing new people" mission kinda went out of the window. In my defence it is a new show. Ahem. Anyway, as usual the show was brilliant, the person who was sitting next to me, had never heard of him before and taken a punt on the show just because someone suggested it to her. And she was impressed too. The girl he got up on stage to mind read was brilliant, totally impressed with how much Chris got right (as was I, but not in such a screaming fan girl sort of way) and he really did nail everything perfectly, was a really good show for everyone. Managed to steal a few seconds chat with him afterwards, enough to give him a badge via from Shell, nick a few of his, and ask him if he was coming back to the hell hole that is Norwich.

A phone call home, to make sure no one had forgotten about me (only to discover my friends can't live without me for 2 days*) lead to me meeting up with others.

Fullmooners:


This was kinda the whole point of me being in Edinburgh, thus proving I will go anywhere for this show. Even up to the point that I hadn't got a clue who the guests were by the time I sat on my seat.

Act 1: Miss Behave (Guess where I've seen her before). She claims to be one of only a handful of female sword swallowers left in the world, which is interesting, as this was something (in one of my drunker moments) thought I might like to learn. That or fire eating. She also did something involving her tongue piercing and a plastic rose. Nice. Act 2: I think were the Cuban Brothers. I have really REALLY tried to wipe these guys from my mind. Basically they re-created that scene from Women In Love, where the guys wrestle naked. Yet somehow 100 time more gross. And at the end one of them came and lay on my/Sarah's/Sarah's Lap. So I put my elbows on him like a coffee table. I would say "That'll learn him" but I really don't think it will.
Act 3: Phil Kay. Saves me worrying about seeing his solo show. Unfortunately for my already scarred mind, he tried to outdo the Cuban Brothers by stealing the Tom Tom crews’ trampoline and jumping onto the stage with his pants around his ankles. Woo. More naked bits. He also slid his foot up Sarah and Shell's Lap to show his "love" for the front row. I must learn. Must must learn to move further back. Couple of songs from Lady Carol and the last post from Sir Tim finished the night (with no break dancers. Whatsupwitdat? The Tom Tom crew had their show in the same building like, an hour before!)

On the way back from the giant Purple Cow, who should we bump into, but the lovely Jamie Kilstein who had, according to him, had one of the worst gigs of his life. Aparently his material about gay marage and the Army don't go down to well with the pissheads that constitute the Late N Live crowd. So we gave him hugs and soothed his ego a bit before letting him get back to his girlfriend and bed.
A slow walk back to Kate’s and a snooze on a different sofa also meant the end of my night.

*I saw Jason the Wednesday before I left, told him I was going to Edinburgh for a weekend, and that I don't have a particularly working mobile. Guess what, the SECOND day I was up there he rings my house to ask if I'm coming out. However when I get home, I'll not hear anything from anyone for ages. I could understand if I vaguely said to him I was going away for a couple of weeks, and he forgot which weeks and rang me in the middle of them, but I was only away for 3 days, will the world collapse without me?!

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