God I've got a cold coming. Its at the early stages at the moment. That sore throat stage and copius amounts of thin texture snot that runs from the nose when you least expect it. Like children that just leave snot there as if they didn't realise their nose was running. Yeah while I'm on the subject why do children eat something messy like an ice cream, or some chocolate and then get it over their faces and hands.... But just like....leave it there. Like they can't feel it or something on their faces. How does that work? I hate that. Just wipe it, I can't stop looking at it, its like a bogey or something.

My week's been ok so far. The last preview on tueday went well. I'm getting quite excited cause I really feel we have a good show. People's comments have on the whole been so positive, they all think its completely different from stuff they've seen before.

We have an Ed Preview on Sunday in Wolverhampton. We're heading on up with Pappy's Fun Club cause they're doing theirs too. ROAD TRIP! Wooh! I hope Stiffler doesn't shag someone's er...Mom. And I hope we don't total Kyle's dad's car. Er...and I er... hope we don't end up in a.... sorority. And I hope we get to the Video Tape in time. Fingers crossed...

Tomorrow I'm going to see my nan and then get my hair cut. I plan to get layers like the other girls have.

Right, you know the score its our last preview on tuesday 31st July. On at the Perseverance in Marylebone, 11 Shroton Street. 8pm! WOOOH! YEAH.

MESSAGE TO ALL MEN. Stop opening your legs excessively when sitting on public transport. You look stupid and its unneccesary. If you MUST air your sweaty balls can you please do it in YOUR OWN TIME and not when next to me. Many thanks/wanks.

Right thats that then. My week so far has been jolly. Last wednesday the radio show went ace. Although due to a technical hitch the show started half hour late and I was pleased to see emails in the SW1 Radio inbox asking where I'd gone! YEAH! They love all my mundane chatter. So this wednesday 4-6pm again as usual listen online at SW1 Radio.

After the show I went along to a karaoke night at the K Box in Leicester Square with some pals, some comics, some not and it was ACE. If you've never been, let me explain the concept to you (other than doing er....karaoke.) Right the K-Box consists of lots of little rooms/booths where in a group of people go into a BOOTH, each one named a different region in the world. The party then proceed to select and belt out songs. At first I must admit I wanted to run for the exit. But as I started to drink a magical substance known as ALCOHOL, it turned into the bestest place in the entire world.

As you walk around the building there are corridors with lots of rooms along them and from each, you can hear raucous groups of people belting out the likes of Queen and Abba. At one point I went to the loo and I noticed this 30-something bloke wondering around suited and booted & clutching a brief case. He was trying to find his colleague's booth, he'd just come from the office having had to work late. He asked me if I knew the way. I replied "One question. Are you sober?" To which he replied "yes." To which I roared "RUUUNN!!! RUN FOR THE HILLS!!!!" He looked scared by my warning (I was serious) but carried on looking for his lost team regardless.

What a great night but AWFUL hangover the next day. Never mind only myself to blame. Just me.

Saturday day, I put up my curtains. BY MYSELF. Thats right. I had to put up the pole and everything. I had to screw plastic screw things into the wall by hand. I sweated a profuse amount, but am extremely proud of myself.

Saturday night my good pal karen came over to my flat for a chat and a couple of glasses of wine. This swiftly shifted into an impromptu disco. YAY.

Sunday I decided to take a stroll into Greenwich Market and it was fab. I set my face to boho-chic and mingled in with my fellow greenwich-ers. I also went down to the Cutty Sark and the Thames. There I saw the TOWER which is the documentary currently being show on Beeb 1 - monday nights. Its a good documentary. Really well filmed and with great music.

And that brings me to today. I read in the paper today that there could be cases of identity theft for people who use FACEBOOK and MYSPACE. As in if you have your date of birth, marital status, and all that crap on there. I'm changing my profile. I can just IMAGINE how many people wish they could be me. (roll eye smile thing would go here but I dunno how to do it)

Tomorrow is our second to last Edinburgh preview at The Perseverance in Marylebone. YAY! 8:00pm and its ace. 11 Shroton Street. Come along! Tony Law is doubling up with us and doing his preview after ours. Hurrah!

Yeah I just googled MYSELF under images (don't pretend you don't do that you losers) and one of the pictures that came up was SABRINA from BOYS BOYS BOYS! Yeah! My work here is done. BYE.

Not really. Tonight its our 3rd to last preview (in London) of A NIGHT IN SANDY HOLE. You should completely come along. Check out this address for more info www.myspace.com/sandy_hole

I'm getting nervous about Edinburgh. Not about the hurly burly and the hussle and the bussle - but about the way everyone turns crazy up there. LOOK AT MEEE! LOOK AT MEEE! Their inner-monologues cry. Even though these monologue's are inner, they come OUT-er through people's behaviour and general attitude. I'm scared. I like most people I bump into from time to time on the circuit but I dunno about spending 17 solid days with these types. Is it going to be RADA multiplied by 1 million? I hope not. I'm going to start practicing my jazz hands and speaking posh so's I fit in. All my words will be 92 syllables long.

Which brings me onto my next subject (rant). Accents. Now, my accent is ya basic (not thick) down to earth south east london accent. Alot of people I know on the circuit and in performing arts are well spoken/posh Actually the REALLY posh ones are jolly nice, its your average well spoken/home counties lot that get on my wick.

Secretly (REALLY secretly) I feel that SOME types look down on me because of the way I speak. They mimic my HILARIOUS SARF EAST LUNDUN accent and I find it quite offensive. Especially coming from people who don't come from London originally.

I considered at one point trying to kerb my London drawl and make it less regional but now I think "fuck it, if you don't like it, kiss my arse" and other such similar thoughts.

I heard a drug dealer doing MIOWS yesterday! Ah it made me say "Ah" to a drug dealer in Camden. Right in his face. He looked all taken aback. I've never done that before but the miows was so very realistic. Almost like the one's Nik Coppin does for me. He loves miowing. Ah.

If you wanna hear my gravelly tones, you can listen to me tomorrow (wednesday) between the hours of 4pm - 6pm on www.SW1RADIO.net its MY favourite!

So the latest with me is not much. We had an Edinburgh Preview on Tuesday which was sold out! I think its cause we got featured in the London Lite. Awful, awful photo but hey! Meant we had a nice size audience. It went ok, but we both agreed that we weren't as focussed as we could've been and so thus plan to work on that. Have I mentioned what the show is? No? Oh ok then, I'll tell you. Its called A Night in Sandy Hole. We're playing at the Holyrood too @ Faith in Edinburgh from the 12th - 26th August. I'm looking forward to it but nervous as well. I've booked in a for a load of spots at various comedy nights as well. Gosh, I hope I don't burn out. HAAAA HAA HAAAAAAAAA HAAAAAAAAAAA! That was a joke, I know I will. I'll be dead, but not proper dead. Touching wood now. Not THAT type of wood.

I started my show on SW1 Radio yesterday, I'll be doing this every wednesday 4-6pm. It was ace fun. Radio is my favourite thing in the whole world. I love it and I want to marry it. It was weird presenting the show by myself as I have absolutely no one to banter with and thus find myself asking questions and answering them myself. I had lots of lovely emails from REAL listeners, some of which I knew but hey! We had a discussion about beards, fuelled by ZZTop's classic "Gimme All Ya Lovin'" Oh we had SUCH fun. You should listen next week. www.sw1radio.net and I love it when I get emails cause then I have something to say.

My boyfriend's bought me a podcast studio thing so I can make my own podcasts whenever the fancy takes me. I plan to use it in Edinburgh and post them somewhere you can access them. Its quite a blurry plan at the moment but it will all come clear in the end.

Oh my god what is up with this weather? I can't stand it. This is shit. Why won't God stop crying?

Today, I have seen three men openly pissing in Camden. So we're not allowed to smoke in pubs but pissing in public is cool. For the record, I've also seen on three separate occassions in the last year, various tramp's curling one out. One of the tramps was so mashed that he sat in it. I had to laugh. Gutted.

I'm meeting my mate Brian tonight and we're going to the pub and its going to be all strange. Pubs without smoke are like the Queen Vic. Or like Epcot centre in Florida. The world showcase. Have you been? Theres a whole section which is countries of the world and they're ALL really boring, excepy Yugoslavia was good cause there was a ride on that one. Anyway in the UK one, they had a "typical london pub" where you couldn't smoke and it was 'orrible. Thats how lifes like here.

Eastenders did make me laugh though....They really over acknowledged the ban. Dot walks into the new Queen Vic (that looks the same) with a fag in her mouth and Peggy's like "Oh NO Dot. You cannot smoke in here. There is a ban on. This means there is no smoking in pubs. You must go outside. You will be fined." Haaa haaa!

Yeah ....anyway I needed a break so thought I'd write another blog. I'm sending a million press emails (for the Edinburgh show) to media types and its taking AGES. I also have a read receipt thing on my pooter (computer) and I've noticed that some recipients from a well known Newspaper are deleting my email without reading it. HOW RUDE! I know what your doing! Yeah the jokes on you because....yeah.

So HI! I'm doing a blog on Chortle! Is this wanky? I dunno. As I type I feel wanky. But let me explain myself first.

My name's Leanne, (yup) and I'm going to the Edinburgh Festival to do a show for the first time and I thought it might be cool to log my experience.

I'm relatively new to stand-up, that is I've been doing it for a year. So I'm not MAJORLY new, but new enough not to have made it yet, so thus keep lopping off the true length I've been performing. And I know I'm not on my own here. So the ACTUAL time I've been doing this is 1 and a half years. I've done about 150-180 gigs and now feel tiz the time to do Edinburgh.

I went to Edinburgh for the festival for a short visit last year and the year before that. I hated it. Everyone was really fucking strange. Am I allowed to swear on this blog? Oh well. Yeah, everyone was really fucking strange. Like all consumed and looked like they were nearly dead and stuff. I didn't enjoy it. But then I thought maybe thats cause I'm not actually performing ('cept a couple of open spots) so if I were to perform, maybe people that speak to me in England, will also speak to me in August at the festival. It was a long shot, but I thought it might just work.

For now I shall give you an update of my day. I am hung-over. Did a gig last night at the Electric Mousie in Carnaby street which was enjoyable. There were some dutch girls in the audience of whom I wowed the crowd with words such as please AND thank you. IN DUTCH. Yeah I know. Major. Then I went and got drunk with some pals and lost my Oyster Card. Good one.

I can't get Sabrina's classic "Boys Boys Boys" out of my head. My friend sent me the CD cause of the picture on the front which has Sabrina herself sporting a see-through pink bikini where-in her nipples are clearly visible. Its quite erotic actually. Except her face. Her face looks pained.