Fringe Day 4: Peamar Buttmite
PEAMAR BUTTMITE I decided about ten mins ago to eat a peanut butter and marmite sandwich. Its been recommended a few times and each time I’ve slammed down the thought whilst casting a look at the thought provider as if to say their mind is full of wrong. But then today, I’ve clearly embraced the […]
Read moreFringe Day 3: Show Numero Uno
It doesn’t matter how many previews you’ve had, how well prepared you feel or how many Edinburghs you’ve done, that first fringe show is the most terrifying thing in the world ever. Except for maybe werewolves. So apart from werewolves, its definitely the worst. God forbid anyone that does a first fringe show with werewolves […]
Read moreFringe Day 2: I Can’t Get No Sleep
I got to bed at 4am, I woke up at 9am. This is clearly some sort of hilarious farce being played by my body clock. I’ll be honestly with you blogees, I am less than happy about it. I’m not even happ. Or ha. Just annoyed. Its clear my internal time keeping machine is pissed […]
Read moreDay Fringe The Firstest
DOUIEB’S LOG WEDS AUGUST 4TH 2010: Tee hee, log. Tee hee hee. Ahem. Dear world, it is officially day one of the Fringe today, though my show doesn’t start till tomorrow because (delete as appropriate) a) I’m hella awesome and the Fringe waits for me, beeeyaaaatch, b) I’m in a venue that doesn’t start till […]
Read moreBack To The ‘Burgh
This is a danger blog. By that I mean the train wifi is being more up and down than a bipolar lift and has already ruined several attempts at email productivity. So chances are, it will go out of its way to ruin my blog too. This is by no means the worst beginning to […]
Read moreCamp Blogstival
I am lying on my bed in a room that looks as though something bad has happened to it. I wouldn’t say it looks like its been hit by a bomb as that would be a huge lie. Nothing is burnt to a cinder. There is no blast damage. There is merely the detritus of […]
Read moreCalculomaniac
Warning. This blog may be a tad steamy and hard to cope with for some readers. For a start, throughout the duration of typing this, I’m wearing my new shorts, and exposing all leg from the knee downwards. Phew. Is it hot in here or what? What? Oh. What. Oh. Well the next sentence is […]
Read moreShooting The Weeds
HOSE GUN One of my duties while my parents are away, aside from making sure the cat doesn’t die – which I’ve only sort of managed so far. It has miaowed and scraped at the window like someone in a film where the chamber is filling with gas – is watering their garden. I gawped […]
Read morePoo Eyed Man
HEATED MOMENTS Traffic on a hot day is up there with the most worstest things everest. I have just driven my brother to the airport because I am the best brother in the whole widest worldest, and much of the journey consisted of us sitting in traffic, slowly boiling until we could probably have been […]
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