Edinburgh #2
It transpired that on the walk I described in yesterday's blog, I accidentally blanked comedy's Ed Gamble, before (in his words) "cutting up" Dan Fardell outside Cowgatehead. I apologise to them both and will resolve to work harder in terms of winning friends and influencing people. I hope Gareth Morinan doesn't have any lingering resentment over what I would have described as a cordial chat in Hunter Square.
Anyway, I kicked my festival off with Pat Cahill at The Hive, its Bunker room an appropriate setting for an hour loosely based around wartime and isolation. It was terrific, daft, joyous fun. The bar has been set now. Will anything else this festival make me laugh as much as Cahill's wartime song medley?
I then headed to the Pleasance Dome for The Americans Are Coming, a free show recorded for Audible. Despite being Australian, Brendan Burns found his way onto the bill. There are pleasures to be had listening to his acerbic views on gender politics and the ageing process. Kyle Kinane also shone, giving an outsider's perspective on the city before some very funny musings about our attitudes to eating meat. The logic of his idea regarding chicken wings was difficult to fault.
A couple of pints of cider in the Pleasance Courtyard later, my friend Joanna and I caught Karl Schultz's midnight show. Performing as "Matthew Kelly", a fey softly spoken American, I felt the show petered out after a good opening 20 minutes. It's a peculiar, interesting comedic creation that has future potential though.
Anyway, I kicked my festival off with Pat Cahill at The Hive, its Bunker room an appropriate setting for an hour loosely based around wartime and isolation. It was terrific, daft, joyous fun. The bar has been set now. Will anything else this festival make me laugh as much as Cahill's wartime song medley?
I then headed to the Pleasance Dome for The Americans Are Coming, a free show recorded for Audible. Despite being Australian, Brendan Burns found his way onto the bill. There are pleasures to be had listening to his acerbic views on gender politics and the ageing process. Kyle Kinane also shone, giving an outsider's perspective on the city before some very funny musings about our attitudes to eating meat. The logic of his idea regarding chicken wings was difficult to fault.
A couple of pints of cider in the Pleasance Courtyard later, my friend Joanna and I caught Karl Schultz's midnight show. Performing as "Matthew Kelly", a fey softly spoken American, I felt the show petered out after a good opening 20 minutes. It's a peculiar, interesting comedic creation that has future potential though.
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