Edinburgh Day 21

I keep bumping into people that are excited about having Marmite on toast. I am definitely part of society that enjoys Marmite and does not hate it, but I’m not sure I would go so far as to say I ‘love it’. I love lots of things but my feelings towards Marmite, while very fond of the yeast extract spread, do not quite extend to love. If there was a situation where a hostage took Layla and some Marmite and I had to choose between the two of them, it would not be hard to see Marmite get shot in the salty face. I think it is unfair to decide their are only two opinions of Marmite. I am looking forward to the day I meet someone who is apathetic to Marmite and I will write a joint letter of complaint with them saying that Marmite are opinionist. I am having Marmite on toast this morning though and I would like those ‘lovers’ to know that I am enjoying it, but not overly so. There, take that.

Once again sleep has won over blog and I chose to stay in bed while my rather creepy alarm sound hit snooze a few times. It is a very creepy alarm sound as though someone is sneaking up on me in a horror film. If you have an iphone, check the ‘Time Passing’ noise. If you don’t, then stop being trapped in the past and get one. Ultimately there is little to say about yesterday so its not too much of a problem. The show was lovely. A woman in the front row kept laughing just before the punchlines to my jokes which was odd. I accused her of being a mindreader and she explained she could just see a good joke coming. I crafted a plan that were there ever an invasion of comedy we would use her as a scout as she would see it arriving on the horizon. There was also a man who laughed every time I said ‘death’, which I found a bit scary. Comedy 4 Kids was also brilliant with great sets from Grainia McGuire and Holly Walsh who are both up at the festival for a very short amount of time and therefore still happy.

Now full of Marmite, I have to do 4 shows today. I still have a sore throat, and I am preparing myself for full lost voice syndrome by later today. If this should happen, do any of you readers know a Tiernan look a like that could do the last week of shows for me? If so, please leave comments below. I’m off to Mervyn Stutter’s Pick of The Fringe. Oddly, I am one of those picks. I’m not sure how that happened, but I shall honor them with my croaky voice and some tired jokes.