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A pleasure to welcome Alice Fraser and Susan Murray to the RHLSTP stage today. I can’t tell you anything extra
that wasn’t in the podcast, but it involves some interesting stuff about plane crashes and male and female expectations of sex (though not at the same time).
But excitingly for me as a fan of the Cbeebies show “Molly and Mack” which combines my interests of earworm tunes and Scottish accents, as I was leaving I met the next performer on the stage who was none other than Moira from that show, who delivers the killer opening line “The big hub is open,” which I always shout over the top of with my perfect Scotch brogue. I managed not to tell her that, though did tell her that I watched the show. Obviously she’s a pretty famous actor with loads of other credits, but she didn’t seem to mind me being a fan of that one.
I have also seen Barbara Dickson in my dressing room (I think she was on the show before me, but she might just have been hanging around trying to meet me) and passed Judy Murray in the street (though I thought I saw her in my stone-clearing field too, so that might have been imaginary), but I have certainly bumped into some formidable Scottish ladies in the rare moments that I haven’t been sat in our kitchen trying to entertain my kids.
Numbers have been down a little this week, which is a shame as I was averaging aboug 219 as of last Sunday and now it’s plummeting downwards and I am still a couple of hundred sales away from hitting the 200 average for the entire run. But I am still enjoying the shows and still feeling relatively fit, though am bracing myself to find out how much weight I have put on as I’ve been eating a lot of cakes, bread and crisps and my belt has been slackened by at least one notch. I am confident I will return to healthier living once I am home and I am pleased that I’ve managed to stay off the booze for the entire Fringe.
I’ve been playing quite a lot of online poker though to give myself a mild thrill and actually doing OK this week, though playing on very low stake tables. I managed to turn £11 into over £90 in the last few days, though then went on a bit of a losing streak. The site I play on gives out a random prize for each game, which can range from double the stake to thousands of pounds. Yesterday I was playing on a £2 table and was heading for a win, but got a couple of bad beats in a row where my opponent hit unlikely hands on the final card and who would have been out earlier had his J 10 not managed to beat my A J (again an unlikely win). My box had £200 in it. I was gutted. That could have made all the difference this Fringe.
But poker is the ultimate winner. That and the other guy. But mostly the website. Gambling is for idiots. But what else do I have. Only doughnuts.
