Sven arrives...

Firstly, the sensible stuff. I watched Andrew O'Neill who is and was, as always, ace. By far and away one of the most under-rated comedians on the circuit. Also Josie Long, who is getting all the press and praise she deserves because she is brilliant and, more importantly keeps getting better. If you haven't, see them.

We had a tough audience tonight. Lots of them, but somehow about two thirds of the way through the show, we lost them and never got them back. Being behind a puppet screen means that we can't see the audience, and as a result have no idea what we did or didn't do to make them stop laughing. So we went to the pub to have a quiet post mortem pint to see if we could work it out. It's now about half five, so you can guess what went wrong with that plan. Sven got involved. I could explain who Sven is, but right now sleep seems more important, so I will end this by saying that Will, Kitty and I have just walked from a random roundabout where we got kicked off a bus we probably shouldn't have been on in the first place, which at any other time in the world would be weird, but in Fringe terms is fairly par for the course. Willie will probably blog this and make more sense, but I'm typing this to keep me awake while I eat Bacon Tastys. And I have the weekend to look forward to...