26/08/06
Running out of steam -
Categories: I had a lovely show today, which was nice for me, but doesn't make for good reading. People are usually more interested in reading about a crisis. Maybe I should make one up.
A man went mad and ate his own leg
Someone threw a hedgehog at me
My shoes clashed with my outfit
That's enough for now. I've been quoted on the front page of Chortle two days in a row now...I'm not sure whether that means that the powers that be like me or don't - as both the quotations used were rather self-depreciating. Yesterday it was "Everyone acts like a twat sometimes (I know I do)" and today "I'm winning on the number of posts on the Fringe blogs. Does that make me the winner? Or a massive loser?"
It either means they like what I'm writing; or they're saying, "Yes, we agree, you are a bit rubbish"
I pretty much have nothing left to talk about now. I feel as though my brain has been stripped of almost all thoughts and all that's left is a tiny voice saying "buy more coffee".
I haven't been drunk enough this festival. Every time I buy alchohol, Bumblelion sneaks over and drinks it. He's been pissed as a newt all month.
In fact, I think I saw him getting pissed with a newt at one point.
Bumblelion, bumblelion
Doesn't know how to use an iron
Doesn't live in fictional Zion
Bumble, Bumblelion
If anyone has a spare train ticket back to London on Tuesday...please let me know. My stupid ticket isn't until Wednesday and I'm dying to go home.
Ruth x
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