Showing posts with label Pat Cahill. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pat Cahill. Show all posts

Tuesday, 23 August 2011

Day 20 - Hongcheng Magic Liquid Incident

Today was the dread of all days. The final Monday. However, it was suprisingly event free.

3 Man Roast was excellent and I do believe I finally relaxed onstage. LOTWAA was pretty awful with a diffident, uninterested and tiny crowd. One couple told us they had just walked out of their two previous shows and proceeded to walk out of ours. I was wondering if that was there hobby. Like their own audience hokey-cokey.

Once again it struck me I must get at least 10mins of just jokes in my set. I have always had problems writing "JOKES" as personally I don't enjoy listening to jokes very much. Jimmy Carr and Milton Jones tend to leave me cold. I tend to prefer the acts whose sets are built on wit more than anything.

I ran into John Osbourne's whos show John Peel's Shed is almost the talk of the Fringe. Then I went to see John Kearn's Dinner Party with John Kearns and Pat Cahill.

This was probably the most enjoyable peice of nonsense I had seen this Fringe and I highly recommend it

This is a short blog as I need a nap

Toodles

Monday, 22 August 2011

Day 19 - Manatee of Helena

Sunday is the day of rest.

They say no rest for the wicked.

Yesterday was Sunday and apparently I have done something dreadful as it was day which strained even my delicate constitution dear reader.

I had to get up at 11am to find my Flat with an Omnidirectional Shower was now a  Flat with an Omnidirectional Shower and No Hot Water as the boiler had gone for a Burton.

So once icecold wash later I felt awful and set up for the day in the worst way possible.

3 Man Roast was not running today. I have been told this is due to the venue showing sport. I don't believe this and think the predatory lotharios Alex and Will are too busy seducing their respective prey to bother with a show, dear reader.

Instead I went off and performed at Miss London's Pick of the Fringe. I show I enjoyed thoroughly although none of the others seemed to.

The venue was a lofty church set within the bowels of Edinburgh's 4D geography and, as massive vaulted churchs are the standard performance space in Norwich. I was unfazed by it. But a varied show by all concerned.

After some vigorous sitting I went to LOTWAA where I preceeded to put in the best onstage performance of my life.

I frankly could have basted in self-satrisfaction all night but instead went to the Gilded Balloon to congratulate the originator of Norwich stand-up gigs, Pat Cahill, on his Amused Moose victory and then discovered the Wine Room tech was an old uni friend of mine.

Then I went to sleep.

So there

Love you all. Try the fish. Goodbye