26th May
Lord, it is too hot today. It's gradually been building up over the past few days but it is sweltering. It's so rarely warm that I invariably enjoy it, but it's crossed over into stickiness today. Anyway, I've booked to return to the Edinburgh Fringe Festival yet again this August, with no small amount of regret that I'm unable to perform for the full duration, having finally prepared a show to take.
This will be the tenth anniversary of my first visit to the festival, when as an 19 year old it felt like the most exciting place in the world to be. On that occasion I was part of the ill fated Royal Holloway Comedy Society's showcase show "There's A Donkey In My Van" where we foolishly booked a church to perform a cavalcade of filth. I'm pretty sure on one occasion we actually performed to some local parishioners, who as you might expect, looked absolutely appalled. But we weren't the first student show at the Fringe to attract the ire of the audience and we won't be the last.
Since then I believe I've only missed two festivals, once due to a fun obligation to the Department of Work and Pensions and once due to spending my holiday budget on a weekend at Reading Festival instead. Even at 25, I was too old for that shit. It was still a fun, if physically exhausting August Bank Holiday. But never again.
I'll go up to Edinburgh and do what I always do. Watch a ton of stand-up, eat some ludicrous foodstuffs and try to suppress the fact that it would be me putting myself on the line were it not for certain economic circumstances that are exceedingly difficult to ignore. Writing this has once again made me feel a bit sad. I will do an Edinburgh run at some point in my life. So help me God.
This will be the tenth anniversary of my first visit to the festival, when as an 19 year old it felt like the most exciting place in the world to be. On that occasion I was part of the ill fated Royal Holloway Comedy Society's showcase show "There's A Donkey In My Van" where we foolishly booked a church to perform a cavalcade of filth. I'm pretty sure on one occasion we actually performed to some local parishioners, who as you might expect, looked absolutely appalled. But we weren't the first student show at the Fringe to attract the ire of the audience and we won't be the last.
Since then I believe I've only missed two festivals, once due to a fun obligation to the Department of Work and Pensions and once due to spending my holiday budget on a weekend at Reading Festival instead. Even at 25, I was too old for that shit. It was still a fun, if physically exhausting August Bank Holiday. But never again.
I'll go up to Edinburgh and do what I always do. Watch a ton of stand-up, eat some ludicrous foodstuffs and try to suppress the fact that it would be me putting myself on the line were it not for certain economic circumstances that are exceedingly difficult to ignore. Writing this has once again made me feel a bit sad. I will do an Edinburgh run at some point in my life. So help me God.
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