22/08/07
Fri 3rd Aug -
Categories: Woke up feeling shattered again. The festival hasn’t officially started for me but here I am feeling like I’m here on the last week. I wen out and flyered and when James Sherwood realised my shaw wasn’t on yet and that I flyered yesterday he said, “Well that’s a complete waste of time.” He’s in a good mood, he told me he loves the new venue and he said there’s a proper performer’s space and bar. Get her. I also had a few people on the Mile who saw me last year said they’d come along again.
Had a pepper steak and a scotch pie in the Piemaker.
Bought a kilt, a silver cowboy hat and a ginger beard.
Press party was excellent. Dizzy and I did the barbecue and made sure everyone got fed. I wore my kilt and quite a few people wanted to check if I was being an authentic Scot. Pam Ford checked first by lifting it up from the back with the sausage tongs. I thought it was a gust of wind until I heard her scream. Lindsay checked, Kerry Hudson, Okse took a photo.
The showcase was also great fun. Manera did a stunning job Mcing in his Dandy Pirate outfit. Two girls did a fab slot on bass and alto sax they were excellent and Robin’s phone went off in the middle of their song, Furry Muff, Karen Bayley, Jo Jo, Coppoff with his red nails and a whole host of funsters and entertainments.
I was glad to see a skull and crossbones put up in the garden, so I got myself a picture of that.
Spent the rest of the evening chatting to a million and one people who were all full of food and drink and optimism.
I was having a chat with Dizzy outside when a gust of wind did really blow my kilt up. I am proud to say I shocked Dizzy High. That must be a first. I really have no idea what time I got home but I knew it was late.
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