August 9, 2005
TUESDAY 9th
The playful showers of the last few days have turned to driving rain. After three sell out nights in a row my audience has dwindled and seems a little weary. There is however one woman who chuckles wonderfully throughout and ends up actually screaming with laughter! I’ve never ever had someone scream with laughter at […]
continue readingAugust 8, 2005
MONDAY 8th
Rather than try any more washing I decide to buy some new clothes and head up to George street. I go into French Connection and try to find something that isn’t emblazoned with a phrase like ‘BEST FCUK IN TOWN’ or ‘FCUK THIS!’ I thought they’d dropped that whole miserable strategy anyway. Perhaps it’s working […]
continue readingAugust 7, 2005
SUNDAY 7th
My Dad calls to say I got a good review in The Independent. I consider buying it but don’t. Jon Ronson made a brilliant film a few years ago about a comedy critic who takes his one man show (which is about being a comedy critic) to the festival. His show is wretchedly bad but […]
continue readingAugust 6, 2005
SATURDAY 6th
I remembered to close the shutters as well as the curtains last night so I’m not woken by the daylight this morning. Instead I come round in my own time. For a while I lie in the gloom drifting in and out of a dream in which I’m the guest of a Paris Hilton type […]
continue readingAugust 5, 2005
FRIDAY 5th
I’m nervous today because I’m already thinking that perhaps yesterday was a fluke and perhaps I’m not a brilliant King at all, just an adequate Duke. The show goes well again however and tonight it’s nearly full! I want to go out and celebrate a bit but I feel it’s still to early. Plus […]
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