Not that the Axis of Evil is at all competetive, but I thought it my duty to at least attempt to post on here before Kitty. Only when I click 'publish' will we find out if I've been successful.
Being back at the Fringe this year is weird. In one way we're all older, wiser, and just a teeny bit more professional, yet it sometimes feels like the last 11 months have ceased to exist and we're just picking up where we left off at the end of last year's festival. Only my hair is longer, Kitty's boobs are bigger, Tom's beard is gingerer, and Willie...okay, Willie doesn't change, he merely morphs between solid and liquid states depending on how many times he corpses during the show.
I did my first long stint flyering on the Mile yesterday and loved it. Early in the festival, everyone is almost eager to hear about your show, so you don't get c***s being incredibly rude to you because you offered them a brightly-coloured piece of A5 paper. The sun was out, and, as Willie so kindly pointed out, my policy of targetting gaggles of giggling hotties worked like a charm. Alas, it is fateful in Edinburgh to rest on one's laurels, so it is my onerous task to repeat said policy again this afternoon. Oh well, if that's my cross to bear...
Hmm. I think I like this blogging lark. I may do some more in a day or so. But only after Kitty has.
Oh, and Willie was right. I do know everything...
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