An early blog today as when I hit Edinburgh I have 12 hours of work to fit into 3.
I have just left Norwich at an hour only seen by those on the walk of shame or the Milkman where I ended up on a train whose seat was so uncomfortable it was more like a motorised church pew than something people should actually pay for.
I am now on the main East Coast line to Edinburgh and lovely it is to. Theres free wi-fi, comfortable seats and some lesbians. I may invest in some murky brown water which passes for coffee later if I'm feeling fruity but I probably won't as I feel nauseous. I'm not ill its just existential angst at the sheer mass of humanity on this train pretending to enjoy themselves.
I'm looking forward to arriving. Its the Fringe. Nobody pretends to enjoy themselves
Thursday, 5 August 2010
Wednesday, 4 August 2010
Off with their Fringe
Its come back around again good people
The Edinburgh Fringe festival is upon me and the rest of the civilised world
Most of the Norwich Comedy Scene (TM) is either there or going to be. I leave for the hallowed North at an ungodly hour tomorrow morning and arrive shortly before my first gig. Thusly if the train is delayed because somebody jumps under it I shall kill them as the poor people of Edinburgh will be denied my pleasure for even longer.
The main show doesn't start until Saturday so I have plenty of time to pick up the flyers from a friends house and, if last year was anything to go by, have a string of awkward encounters with ex-girlfriends on the Royal Mile. I used to live up there so a great deal of the history of my youth was written in vomit stains and inappropriate sexual memories on the pavements of Edinburgh. Last year one reunion was so unexpected all I could think to say was "oh you've eaten since I last saw you"
Now I must pack and get ready to go. Like John Denver leaving on a jet plane I'm taking the train. And I shall be back in September because unlike John Denver I bought a return.
The Edinburgh Fringe festival is upon me and the rest of the civilised world
Most of the Norwich Comedy Scene (TM) is either there or going to be. I leave for the hallowed North at an ungodly hour tomorrow morning and arrive shortly before my first gig. Thusly if the train is delayed because somebody jumps under it I shall kill them as the poor people of Edinburgh will be denied my pleasure for even longer.
The main show doesn't start until Saturday so I have plenty of time to pick up the flyers from a friends house and, if last year was anything to go by, have a string of awkward encounters with ex-girlfriends on the Royal Mile. I used to live up there so a great deal of the history of my youth was written in vomit stains and inappropriate sexual memories on the pavements of Edinburgh. Last year one reunion was so unexpected all I could think to say was "oh you've eaten since I last saw you"
Now I must pack and get ready to go. Like John Denver leaving on a jet plane I'm taking the train. And I shall be back in September because unlike John Denver I bought a return.
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