27/08/07
Up and Down -
Categories: My friend Robin pointed out how my blog begins with unmitigated joy and descends into despair. I’m fine now it’s the final day, but the following is what I wrote on Saturday night.
Hell is a city stuck perpetually at 3am. Each doorway leaks a stream of piss, women too drunk to care hold down short skirts as a tribute to dignity, men’s mouths squirm from alcohol-palsied faces and all manner of detritus blows down streets that will never see the sun.
Will Hodgson described today as “cunt Saturday”. He’s not far wrong. The whole day was one long, drawn out panic attack for me. People everywhere. Hell may also be being stuck in a crowd that never disperses. I think that’s what it is for me: a never-ending pavement where surges upon surges of people enter the thoroughfare with no exit.
See! See what happens to a man when he is driven to wanton self-importance!
I wouldn’t have got through Saturday night without the image of Matt Crosby drumming in the Bob Dylan backing band sketch in Pappy’s Fun Club. I downloaded the song on iTunes as soon as I got home. Joy.
Awards are funny beasts. It's depressing that for all this fuss, worry and talk it all boils down to about 100 words in a backpage of The Guardian. "Someone you think you might recognise won an award you've never heard of, it used to be called something you'll vaguely recollect".
Last nights zone was my favourite thus far. I’m now just totally going out on a limb and it’s great. It’s a bit sad to think we’ll never all be on the same bill again after tonight. It’s been a real pleasure to work with all the guys. If you fancy some late night fun come down to the zone tonight for the last one.
Here are my top five fringe things:
1. Being told that Matt Crosby had described the ‘Lost Vagueness’ launch party as “a total cunt museum”
2. Doing ‘On Heat’ with Russell, Mark and Jon. Just like old times.
3. Dan Atkinson ending his show by saying “ladies and gentlemen, outside there is someone collecting for an AIDS charity, so PLEASE… don’t give him any money”
4. Pappy’s
5. Richardson getting nominated.
6. Oh yes, and telling a drunk woman heckler who tried to chat me up that "I'd rather fuck a window"
There’ll be more in this blog if they let me carry on. Expect something wistful tomorrow morning.
By four now.
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