02/08/07
I've been around and seen some things, I've slept in dumpsters and got high with kings -
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Bethany Black
@ 05:50:29 pm
I bumped into someone today who said that they check to see how long my blog's going to be before they commit to reading it, if it's ov er a certain length they don't bother. I'll try and keep this short.
Well I got into town at 8:15pm yesterday, so far so good.
After driving around for about half an hour to try and find somewhere to park eventually managed to get somewhere, on a quiet street in a posh part of town wtih a CCTV camera pointing in the general direction of me. The safest place to park in Edinburgh. I hope. I'm just thinking that if this were a sitcom there would be a whip pan to where my car is and it'll be on fire with a gang of kids smacking it with sticks. This is reality though, so hopefully it's fine. I bet if we whip panned to Kris Akabusi right now he'd be laughing. He always is (inside my head there's a whip pan to Kris akabusi finding out a loved one has a terminal illness. I hope that's not the case.)
I started to walk down to the Pleasance, as Chris Stokes, who was in the Revels Chortle Student Comedian of the Year competition with me was down there and he'd sent me a text saying that I could stop with him for a few days once I got here (as per "The Rules", though I got a text from him within minutes of posting the last blog stating I wasn't allowed to ask for somewhere to stay.)
It's that moment of arriving here just before the festival's about to start and you know that the festival's truely started once you meet someone you've gigged with who's stressing about their show. In this case it was Mickey D who I bumped into just outside the Gilded Balloon, five minutes before the start of his show, after also being offered a flyer from Dr Coca-cola-McDonald's I headed over to the pleasance and waited for some friends. So far I'd not got any free stuff, nothing. Not even got a clue how I managed it last year. anyway eventually My Friend's Katie and Jason turned up, Jason was muttering something about an ill advised gag at some pre-show thing he was doing at the Stand where he'd said "I hope to see you all there, but to be honest if Htiler came in giving Myra Hindley a piggy back I'd give them 2-for-1." Only the comics at the back had laughed.
it was a slow evening for our first, I bumped into the lovely Lucy Porter briefly and said I'd text her at some point, but we were heading off into the bar for a drink away from the cold. So far wandering round wtih my rucksack with a sleeping bag hanging off it I'd managed to take the legs out from underneath three people with an ill timed turn in the road, I was keen not to repeat this.
We ended up heading off down to the Stand eventually, but arrived just after the last show had finished, so I ended up out the back having a cigarette on the steps and talking to people I've not seen for ages, and I think I may have blagged myself a free haircut and dye job, so far so good!
the walk back to the flat, which is about a mile and a half from the Udderbelly and Gilded Balloon, and about 2 miles from my car seemed to fly by though the sore throat and cold I seem to be developing was starting to really show. I eventually crashed out early for me at 1:30, it was a tiring drive and today was going to be the day where I had to make it count if I was going to get anywhere.
I realised jsut after washing my hair that I'd forgotten my hairdrier (I also forgot my phone charger, but hopefully that should reach me by tomorrow) so I spent a good 45 minutes after washing my hair hanging backwards offthe corner of the bed in order to try and get my hair to dry sticking up before I went anywhere near it with the wax, the Passport Photos I was going to get need me to look ok on them otherwise it's just embarrassing, last years made me look like I had a touch of Downs, not only that they were the only ones I could find when I was getting my driving licence updated, every time I have to show them I see the person checking them try to stifle a chuckle, and look at me twice, fighting the temptation to say "you scrub up well".
Anyway, with crazy lesbian hair in place I set off and I've not stopped walking for most of today, most of the photo-booths in the city are broken and I had to walk all the way to Waverley Station (which always makes me think of The Man from U.N.C.L.E. episode "the Waverley ring affair" and I can't think why.
The Photos look hot, well, and this is a little Silence of the Lambs I'll grant you, I'd do me.
armed wtih these it was simply a case of heading down to the reception of the Underbelly and Pleasance and letting them know which shows I was working for. Herein lies the problem, as of yet I'm not working for any shows...
so I made use of what battery is left on my phone and made some calls, Christian Reilly said he'd try and sort out my Pleasance pass if I was stuck, but fortunately it's not going to come to that and so far I'm "PR for Toby Hadoke's Moths Ate My Dr Who Scarf" and "Doing something for Lucy Porter's show" as of yet I'm not sure what the something is, though I'm fully aware that Toby's show will be lots of fun to work for. on top of that I met a guy called Dean Haclund earlier today, who I was trying to place for most of the conversation until he mentioned "I used to work on the X Files for about ten years..." Then I was able to place him, anyway he's looking for someone to film his show so he can put it on a DVD to sell, I offered and if I can source a camera for it then it's another job. so if anyone knows where I can get one in Edinburgh for this show then please get in touch.
In between this I got on to Duncan Oakley about whether we'd be doibng a tech run through before the show starts tomorrow. He wanted to but as of yet we'd no chance as apparently the venue's not been built yet. Oh well, show starts tomorrow, and I'm sure it'll work, it'll all be fine.
I'm starting to realise that the lots and lots of walking without eating has been a bad idea, I'm not sure if any of this makes any sense or if it's as I imagine: an oversized shaved chimp mashing her fat hands onto a keyboard and hoping it's witty errudite and funny whilst actually being a collection of vowels abnd consonants that make no sense whatsoever. So I think I'll go and get myself a deep fried haggis and chips, that'll get my blood sugar levels up whilst I think about how I'm going to get my grubby little paws on a loft and library bar pass in the next few days.
I'm sure I'll work something out, but if anyone has any suggestions then please get in touch with me.
until tomorrow I love you all
BB xXx
Comments:
Don't listen! Your blogs are the only reason I regularly check Chortle. Keep 'em long girl!
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