15/08/07
Halfway through the festival, and all is well. Had the novelty of a meal in and a film with the flatmates yesterday which was an incredibly welcome bit of normal life.
With my day off I ventured up to the Museum of Scotland. I was in there about half an hour before remembering that I am interested in neither Scottish history nor museums.
My audience numbers remain bafflingly strong. I was worried about Monday, so I pledged to my flyerers that should I sell over half of the tickets, I would cart-wheel out of my venue. I've never cart-wheeled before, and the show sold out. I banged my knee on the upper-half of a doorframe. Still, that's a first.
The other night, I played pool. A combination of alcohol and high-spirits brought out my competitive side. I was playing against Adam, the chap who collects outside my show for the AIDs charity, Waverley Care. Our wager was that if he won, I would promote his charity HEAVILY at the end of my show. If I won, he would spend twenty minutes promoting my show instead of saving AIDs patients.
Through chance and aggressive sledging I won, and was then in the difficult moral position of having possibly killed a man by potting a ball. Still, it just goes to show that this life of ours hangs by a thread sometimes. C'est la vie.


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