Day 3, Sunday (In the A.M.--Jesus's time)

Right. So far, so good. Last night we played to around 35 people, which was a pretty good crowd, and it was a pretty good show, and the laughs were pretty good, so that's pretty good. Still looking for ways to tighten up the middle bit of the show, but like the legs of a Spanish hooker, it opens and closes with great gusto as long as you've paid.

I realize we've come this far without suitable background. This is the Edinburgh Fringe. It's like theatre summer camp with booze. We're performing two shows this year, both Shitty Deal Puppet Theatre, entitled (in no particular order) "The Complete History of Oppressed People Everywhere", and "Complete Guide to the Arts". We're performing them in a 42-seat house in a dingy little theatre in the basement of a church off a dirt Edinburgh side street opposite an Irish Bar and a Turkish sauna. We fucking love it. When I say 'we' I mean the four puppeteers. There's me--Right up there! Who's the handsome fella? Who? That's right. Me. I get to say that because I write the blog. You don't like it? Suck it. Anyway That's the top of the Shitty Deal shirt. You want to see the rest, buy a ticket. I'm American, and so is--
Kitty, shown here in her finest Bengals morning-wear. Though this photo may not reflect it, everyone likes Kitty when she's dressed, which is not as often as we'd like. Kitty makes friends wherever she goes, which is nearly always Dropkick Murphy's, the bar across from our venue. Kitty once nearly had her nose broken by--

Andy, who despite being English, and it being way too early in the morning, has here managed to pose like a supermodel. Andy knows a lot about just about everything, and boy does he tell us! Andy has a unique flyering technique on the mile, called 'Schmooze the hotties'. Andy likes the puppet show, but would rather be doing stand-up, cause he gets more face time with the ladies. Andy says 'It's hard to pull behind a puppet screen.' Andy is roomates in real life with--

Tom Butterworth. Tom Butterworth, as you can see here, is frightening. If you say his name three times while looking in the mirror, Tom Butterworth will pop out of the mirror and kill you. They say Tom Butterworth hides at the ends of rainbows, only instead of having a pot of gold, he has a pot of Weapons Grade Anthrax. Tom Butterworth once shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die. Elderly people, walking by Tom in the street, feel a vague sense of their own mortality. Children get lollipops. If we don't make it home, it was Tom.

Andy and Tom are English, but we don't hold it against them. It just means they talk funny and drink tea. We're currently drinking tea in the house of Special--

Who was kind enough to let us stay with her. She can't be seen because she's in the witness protection program for mercilessly slaughtering and mutilating the body of Tigger in 1968, because she wanted to find out if his bottom was really made out of springs. Bouncy Bouncy!

So that's the cast. There are some pics of the show in a previous post. We've got one more preview show tonight (Sunday) and then tomorrow we start both shows at 11:15p.m. and 12:15a.m. back to back. This makes us a late, late show. We run up until the 26th of August, and during that time our lives will consist of flyering during the day, seeing some shows, doing a late show, and then a late late show, and then maybe drinking. Will we survive? Will we ever manage to make any money? Will Kitty ever post on this blog? Who knows! Stay tuned and find out!