We are firmly in the "this will never, ever, ever, ever end" mode. It's a
point where two weeks seems much longer than a month.

go figure.

I am still, oddly, having a fine time, though Victor now seems to be going
through the loneliness and alienation that I was struggling with last year.
Cindy shows up soon (he's literally counting the hours) and that will, most
likely, improve his mood.

Yesterday was "Fringe Sunday" which meant that there was a big to-do in the
meadows. I "beanscened" for a bit and was sort of driven away from my comfy
spot on the couch by a crazy person with a thick brogue who wouldn't stop
talking to me. Even though i would say "I can't understand you" after he
would say something to me. Then I headed to the big shoe.

We had a respectable amount of people, nearly 70, i think, and had a great,
great, great show. Just solid and wonderful. Victor was having stumbles at
the top, he said, but it all came out in the end. We've had more critics in
and I'm hopeful that their reviews show up soon, ass-uming, of course, that
the reviews are good ones.

Victor and I headed to the office, which is a GREAT house here and I
compressed the already compressed correspondence into a workable 10 minute
show for a "best-of-the-fringe" show. I also printed out two hard copies of
the script, just in case we have a computer fuck up again.

Headed back to the flat to drop of my machine and then Victor and I went to
a pizza place and each got 10" pizzas, which we ate on the way to Danny's
show. It's nice to work off the food as you're eating it. Hmm. I doubt
that's how it works.

Irregardless....

By the way, no one here gets that. It's a surefire laugh in the states but
it just whizzes over their UK heads here. I wonder if it's because they
think that I'm a stupid American who doesn't know that's actually a word or
what...

Irregardless...

I did Danny's show again. I was a guest with Jeremy Lyons who has a show
where he plays a drunken kid's entertainer. I saw his shoe last year and it
rules. I'm going to try to see it today. We did very well.

The shows will be here: http://www.radioblahblah.co.uk/download.htm at some
point. I like doing radio. I like "being a guest". It's fun. I feel like
Rupert Pupkin saying that. Hmm... "LIZA... SOMETHING ABOUT YOU WHEN YOU COME
OFF THE ROAD... AM I RIGHT, PEOPLE?!"

So... Then I rushed around tyring to find a show that I had seen a very
small flier for. It was a bass player who plays bass and tells stories.
There are, of course, TWO shows with bass players playing bass and telling
stories. One is Guy Pratt, who has played with a bunch of "big names" and
another is a guy whose name I couldn't remember but I knew his shoe began at
11:15 and that it was somewhere in Edinburgh.

I ran back to the GB to find the Three Weeks with the review of his show so
I could find his name and venue and there were none left. I finally found a
guide and learned the show was at C Central. No one knew where it was. "Aks
a pedi-cab driver". The city is lousy with pedi-cabs. Until you're looking
for one.

Finally, back on the royal mile, I found one. Of course he gave me the wrong
directions. But... I finally found it and only walked in about 5 minutes
late. Steve Lawson is the man's name. stevelawson.net is his site. Luckily,
I sat in a place where I couldn't see his fingers, so I was forced to just
listen. It's sort of noodly stuff that i wouldn't normally listen to, but it
was really cool. He uses lots of loops with Echoplexes and other cool toys
and has 6 string basses and fretless stuff and creates really lovely sounds.
better still, he tells great stories and is definitely a bass player... self
deprecating and funny. everything great about our breed, though I am nowhere
near as good as he is. He's astonishing.

Afterwards, I went to Spank! (you love it!) and got in! There was some woman
comic who I enjoyed until she began slagging Nike like an obvious hippie.
Then Robin Ince did a set. This is cool: He was making fun of brendan burns
and said "Stir my beer with your cock!" which means that Victor's
shenaningans (i said shenanigans!) have made it into the ether. Good job,
Victor!!!

Then a sketch group came and did their signature bit which is a thing with
glasses. Hard to describe but fascinating and wonderful. People are
geniuses.

Hey... this is a long entry, eh?

This morning (12:50pm) we did the best-of show at the Pleasance Courtyard.
We did the compressed version and it seemed to go really, really well. Huge
house in the venue where Reg Hunter was last year.

We were both tired, but a great audience will wake your balls up but quick!

That's me done. Off to the GB. I'm, once again, stealing wifi at the
Pleasance Courtyard performer's lounge. Why doesn't the GB have this?
Cunts!!!

Rock on!

¶ 6:29 AM