Edinburgh festivals

Nowt exciting but just up my street.
Camille O’Sullivan, Tom Waits for No Man, John Hegley’s Biscuit of Destiny, Fun Lovin Crime Writers and the Mrs choice from the Book Festival.
As you will well know the choice is overwhelming with the full Fringe brochure being as thick as a telephone directory.
I usually end up popping in to something unexpected as I wander around.
I also want to visit the Impressionism exhibition at the national art gallery and the Hepworth exhibition at Modern Art Two and…
Too much too see, too little time!
 
Not going this year.Working,then Tenerife,then City v Palace and Forest.
Not missing much bar Tom Stade.
Impressionist exhibition I can go to anytime for months.
Van Gogh hidden self portrait fascinates me.
 
Nowt exciting but just up my street.
Camille O’Sullivan, Tom Waits for No Man, John Hegley’s Biscuit of Destiny, Fun Lovin Crime Writers and the Mrs choice from the Book Festival.
As you will well know the choice is overwhelming with the full Fringe brochure being as thick as a telephone directory.
I usually end up popping in to something unexpected as I wander around.
I also want to visit the Impressionism exhibition at the national art gallery and the Hepworth exhibition at Modern Art Two and…
Too much too see, too little time!

Used to love John Hegley not seen him for years
Actually met his daughter in the Fitzrovia Belle when in London for a City game
 
Spend 3 weeks shouting in an empty room and flush 5 grand down the bog. Saves performing there.
Correct. The only people who make money are the venues and PR companies. Even a successful run which gets nominated for the main comedy award and is full most nights, will operate at a loss
 
One of the things I can’t be arsed with is all the toff students, putting on street theatre that deserves the shortest of shrift and open hostility. Even though they are fucking awful, they attend schools that tells them they are brilliant. I always let them know the truth by saying things like.

Your script is fucking awful.

You can’t act you ****.

Stripey red trousers single you out as a ****.

Fuck off you toffy nosed wankers.

It’s around the fifth or sixth observation that I usually get a tap on the shoulder from some 8 year old cop to let it go.

I just move to another street and start again.
 

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