Ok, So I lied. I tried to keep this blog up to date and post every day but yetserday I didn't manage it. It wasn't anything really, I was trying to have an easy day yesxterday but it all got a little out of hand and before I knew it it was 5am and I was walking back to the flat remembering that I'd forgotten something.

After I left Brooke's Bar the other night I went to Old rope and watched Robin Ince, who is always fantastic, do some new stuff about the internet which I really enjoyed, though he did say he'd been reading the blog, and then called me a "Dirty Haggis eater", bloody smiths loving vegetarians! Shortly after that I headed off to meet up with Dug and Dolan who had arrived in town and managed to get lost. I'd already run for mile and miles and then they told me where they'd managed to stop and I arranged to meet up wtih them, I checked my sat nav (I've started using it for walking round the city now) and figured it'd be about 2 miles away after running half the way there I realised that I was about to collapse through not being healthy enough to run anywhere, so I got a cab.

When I met up with them it became clear they'd both got cabin fever from being stuck in the car for 6 hours (on what should have been a 3 hour journey). Turns out they'd turned right at gretna and driven along the border for a couple of hours and then managed to get more lost along the way. After we drove over to where my car had been parked and parked up theirs we walked the 2 miles back to the guilded balloon. 18 miles of walking in one day! If I'd not been such a lardy bloater and eaten loads of fried food this last week I'd probably have lost some weight by now.

We ended up down at the Underbelly with Nick Doody, Barry Dodds and Jason Cook, shortly after that Paul Sinha turned up and it was really great fun, Lee and Katie Mulgrew were there too so it kind of felt like a reunion of my friends from back home. Dug and Dolan hit the bar and managed to drink their way through their petrol home money, I tried to keep an eye on them but kept losing them, occasionally hearing dug's voice travelling across the bar "You take that back my mother's a saint!" By this point the Berocca had worn off and I was just feeling ill and couldn't deal with this so I started to get short tempered.

As we left the Underbelly Dug was still making friends, one of the hot staff members came over to us, she was drunk too, but she had one of those paper things we used to make when we were kids where you pick a colour, then a number and then she asks a question. she asked Dug first, "Say something beautiful!" so he replied "When you speak it fills my head with rainbows, and you make every day feel like Christmas." Suave bastard. when she asked me the question was "Can you make someone love you?" The answer is of course, "no" though not for the want of trying. The last thing I needed at this point was to be forced to think back over failed relationships, mainly destroyed by my own co-dependancy issues, but also partly destroyed by my inability to find someone who likes me who doesn't think that it's perfectly acceptable to cheat on me.

Tired and slightly ill after the longest day I've had, trying to deal with a taxi full of pissed people made me bitter about my not drinking, though as I drifted off to sleep later that evening it was with optimism that I faced the next day, It can't be any worse can it?

Yesterday I woke up feeling like shit, this cold is just slowly getting worse over time. Dug had left his bag in the underbelly, so after a quick shower I was going to head over there. Dug's bag had his socks and pants and a t shirt in it, as well as his phone charger, his book, and his diary.

A special mention must be made to Dug's diary, it's fantastic, he's kept a diary since he was a kid and it's hilarious, full of entries like "Today I couldn't stop thinking about her, the pain of trying to carry on is incredible, I can't see the point of going on any more. Watched Rocky Balboa today, it's fucking ace!"

Anyway the bag hadn't been handed in, so it looks lost, if anyone does find it please get in touch with me, it's no use to anyone other than Dug, and it's sad his diary's gone.

I had a quieter day yesterday, I went over to do Mike's show at 3:30 he had the Guardian in, and the projector decided that it wasn't going to work. but the nubmers were up on the previous day and everyone seemed to be having fun. after this I headed off to flyer for Duncan's show, he'd given me a bunch of comps to go with it as the Scotsman were in to review it. I managed to hand out a bunch of tickets to people and got them to promise they'd turn up. Most of them did, but I had to have a word with Chris who I'm stopping with because he decided it'd be a good idea to put a flyer in the hand of one of the living statues on the Royal Mile, when she said to him "Do you mind I'm doing my show" his response was "It's not really a show though is it." I won't stand for that sort of thing, as a comic the performance we do is very delicate and in a club environment there's a million little things that can go wrong and that you have to try and address in order to maintain control of a situation and get the laughs, it's a hard job, and hecklers always seem to think that they're helping when they're not they're destroying the show. Doing waht he did to that Living statue was like going up to someone on stage getting right in their face and heckling them. I think he got the point.

Duncan's show was brilliant, and Brooke who works at the venue with us offered to help tech my show over the weekend. I like Brooke, though so far I've not had too much time to chat to her, I think I might try and rectify that today. Duncan's show was going well but we kept having to turn the sound down, it turns out that if we'd been in the caves everything would have been fine, where we are people can hear everything in the room next door where Steven Carlin is performing. So as of today the sound has to be turned down to the minimum, which I'm not happy about, but Darrell says he's getting a soundproof board betweent eh tents before the end of the week.

As that show finished I headed over to Film Dean Haglund's X files Improv show, it was fun and entertaining, though I'm nto a big fan of improv, it makes me feel slightly embarrassed for some reason, though I did really enjoy watching Dean's show.

As soon as that was over I headed back up to the Gilded Balloon and the Library bar to meet up with Dug and Dolan and Dug's dad David, David's up working on Frank and Dolly which sound's like a brilliant show which I must see before the end of the festival.

Dug was up here for So you think you're funny, and I managed to get Julia to get me in to see it. The standard of the competition was excellent, better than I've seen in any heats or semi finals of any competition normally. Stand out acts for me were Dug, a girl called Brooke (what is it, I've never known anyone called Brooke before and now two in one day) and the guy who opened the show whose name I can't remember.

Special mention has to go to Sarah Ruff, who I think has flashes of utter genius, her stuff's irreverent and off the wall and just plain silly and weird, taking to the stage barefoot, then doing a set that in 8 minutes contained spitting, flashing her knickers to the crowd, demonstrating the thought process of a spider then a fly doing interpretive dance of the spider's thought process whilst climbing over audience members. I was howling with laughter. If you get chance then do go to one of the heats and the final of this, it's well worth it.

Later, in the bar with Jonathan and the rest of the guys we were all having fun and chatting when I saw the funniest thing of the whole festival. nothing will beat this no matter how well written or thought out. I was talking to Dug and he went to lean against a wall and missed falling to the floor. For years I've always thought the general public were mugs for thinking that the Del Boy Bar Fall is the funniest thing ever shown on TV. I take it all back, it is pretty funny when you see it in reality.

Slowly people disappeared heading home, I told Dug that even though he didn't get through to the final he'd made me proud that night, I was glad I'd taken him to every gig I did in my first year, I was glad I'd persuaded him to get into stand-up and I was proud to call him my Brother.

Eventually It was myself Jonathan, Brooke and her friend Cloe left standing, after a quick chat with Phil Kay, and Jonathan Introducing me to Stephen K Amos we tried to find somewhere else to drink, everywhere was closed but we ended up at C venues, which was like a youth club for the ultra middle class. After a short drink there I headed back over to The gilded balloon to wait for Chris before we headed home. Whilst I was there my Friend Barbara turned up, I've not seen her since last year but I kept in touch via email. She was looking great. And we talked about what we'd been up to over the last year, she told me I've to get down to talk of the fest an Reggie Watts show at the Green Room, which I might well try to do tonight.

Anyway after a long walk home I fell off to sleep pretty much straight away.

Ok so yesterday was more of a list of things I did, but it was good fun, so today I've got to try and get some more stuff together, my gig's starting on Friday and I need to get acts booked.

Until tomorrow I love you all

BB xXx

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