Fringe Day 24: Blaaaaarrrrggggghhhhh
I can’t be arsed to blog today. If I could repeatedly type the word ‘blaaaaarrrrggghhhh’ over and over again, I would and it would give you an adequate idea of just how many words are left still in my brain at this point. This is very difficult to type today so here instead are some […]
Read moreFringe Day 23: Paaaartaaaay
I think that when a day starts with you opening your door, seeing your flatmate, asking them if they remember how they got home, they reply no, and you both high five, that your new levels of what sort of behaviour is acceptable of an eve have had their standards reduced somewhat. These morning occurrences […]
Read moreFringe Day 22: The Name Game
UNNAMED WARRIOR So far, everyday, the Meadows has never ceased to be a constant source of entertainment for me. From stick insect selling to weird violin playing tightrope walkers and people kickboxing, its been one of my simple joys of this festival, just walking through and witnessing such oddities. Yesterday was no different. Instead of […]
Read moreFringe Day 21: Flyediting Professionale
My favourite new game of the fringe is Flyer Editing, or Flyediting if you will. Its a very simple game that you can play too with any flyers any time of the year, a black marker pen and a huge amount of time to waste. Luckily at the fringe, I have all of these things […]
Read moreFringe Day 20: Lazy Blog
Quick blog today. This is mostly on account of laziness. Not that I have a lazy account. If I did, I wouldn’t be all that bothered to ever put money in it. I’d be too lazy. Bank’s should offer such things. Though I suppose they do. They’re called savings accounts. I have one, and I’m […]
Read moreFringe Day 19: Sticking It To ‘Em
Every year everyone finds their own special fringe moment that makes them fondly remember the oddities of the year for one reason or another. Tom’s one this year was seeing a man cry by himself,on a waltzer, which I still can’t stop smirking at whenever I think of it. I saw Celia Paquola today who […]
Read moreFringe Day 18: 5.30am Bad Time
SPOT THE DIFFERENCE There comes a point every single fringe where I get a big spot on my nose. Its as regular as every other element of the fringe and appears that my personal stress likes to manifest itself in a way that makes me look like Rudolph the Red Nose Human Dude. This year, […]
Read moreFringe Day 17: Big Mess
If you ever hear me saying the phrase ‘It’s drink o’clock’ again, please kindly put an arm round me and cart me away to somewhere safe as its clear what will happen next is not in my best interests. To prove a point, today’s blog, at 3.45pm comes to you via some still very drunk […]
Read moreFringe Day 16: Recharging A Dead Battery
I’VE HAD SOME SLEEP! WOOHOO! 9 whole frikkin’ hours of pure undiluted snoozery filled with some severely mad cap dreams and quite possibly some classic old school snoring (I wouldn’t know, I was asleep). Batteries recharged? Feeling like I could leap over lampposts? Er……no. Just more sleepy now. Stupid sleep. I did lots of things […]
Read moreFringe Day 15: Night of The Turbo Crab
They didn’t see it coming. Someone should’ve warned them. Someone should have prepared. The fringe that never sleeps just got a wake up call. From the depths of Brookes bar a vicious beast emerged and swept through the hordes eliminating all possibility of an early night and damaging throats and dignity in one fell swoop. […]
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