Rather than bore you about Edinburgh festival things I will tell you about our 9am journey up to Scotland in the 1st class carriage.
Me, Benny Boot, Carl Donnelly embarked on our Edinburgh adventure by scaring away a man on our table. Within 30 seconds of the train departing we made him get up and move to a new seat by loudly swearing and taking photographs of ourselves. If you sit 3 excited men on a table in any environment I would say it’s actually impossible for a 4th person to hold his ground. Luckily comedian Steve Hall was in the carriage so we subbed him in.
We talked a lot of gubbins, cashed in on free water, sandwiches and got competitive about tea. Essentially every time they offered tea, Steve accepted it and even though me and Carl were nearly sick of it we for some reason went drink for drink with him. This is much less rock n roll than it sounds. Rather than smash the carriage up it just meant my number of pisses was in double figures by the time we arrived.
Tune in to the next blog to see how I have been passing my time in the festival day times.
Friday 12 August 2011
July 25-29th: It’s a tough life
This week was spent doing a lot of TV warm up. I will not bore you with that, just know that I got to meet a wide range of people including Amir Kahn, Imogen Thomas, some geezer who used to be in Grange Hill and loads of comedians who I already know.
The best thing about the whole week was that me and Paul McCaffrey both had a gig down in Eastbourne and decided to play a round of golf on the way down. It was only £6 pp, which was ridiculously cheap. I was worried there would be some people cottaging on the greens but it was perfectly acceptable especially for two people are what I would delicately describe as “toilet”.
It turns out though once you’ve had loads of fun playing golf with a mate, going to tell jokes to people just isn’t as fun. Lesson learned. Try not to play a round of golf before going to work: that is the most middle class & middle aged sentence you’re likely to see in blog form.
The best thing about the whole week was that me and Paul McCaffrey both had a gig down in Eastbourne and decided to play a round of golf on the way down. It was only £6 pp, which was ridiculously cheap. I was worried there would be some people cottaging on the greens but it was perfectly acceptable especially for two people are what I would delicately describe as “toilet”.
It turns out though once you’ve had loads of fun playing golf with a mate, going to tell jokes to people just isn’t as fun. Lesson learned. Try not to play a round of golf before going to work: that is the most middle class & middle aged sentence you’re likely to see in blog form.
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