Enough rioting. Back into the Edinburgh bubble.
Seven stand up shows and six podcast down - It's going fast, but I daren't even try and work out how many are left. I have to take this one day at a time. It's pretty tough work and I am very tired, mainly because any time when I am not on stage I am supposed to be writing next Monday's "Richard Herring's Objective". I was probably foolish to agree to do that, but it's slowly coming together. By six o clock, having also done a half hour interview with the Observer I was wiped out and had to have a nap. There's no chance of me seeing any shows at the moment. I have a feeling I might not manage any this year. We'll see.
I am enjoying myself despite the relentlessness of it all. It was a slightly different Fringe Podcast today with Susan Calman as a guest - still funny, but a little more serious in subject matter. I like the way that this show varies depending on the guest. Susan has had a fascinating life and is a terrific comedian, but good to chat to someone with strong and interesting opinions. Who also collects smurfs. I am looking forward to chatting to Glenn Wool on Wednesday and have Dave Gorman booked in for Thursday, Francesca Martinez on Saturday, Sarah Millican for the 14th and Al Murray for the 22nd. It's great to have such big name Fringe acts to talk to.
You'll need to book ahead for those. I am hoping I can persuade Stewart to do one too, but he's a very busy man and afraid of anything invented after 1993, like some kind of a Conkey, so we'll see.
The King of Edinburgh thing just won't go away. Someone had left a crown on my stool. If I could find out who started this nonsense I'd give them a piece of my mind. The idiots.
I was glad to have had my sleep as my evening show requires a lot of energy. I have to keep the pace up and there are couple of bits that, as usual, require me to get quite agitated. And when I am as tired as I am today it sometimes feels like I might pass out... or worse. I suspect there's a good chance that I will go on stage, quite possibly during this Fringe, but I would quite like to go with my boots on and do a Cooper. Luckily tiredness aside I am feeling pretty fit this year, though not getting the time to go the gym as much as I'd like. One day I will learn not to over commit myself, but not yet. Though with so much of this festival to go, death would be a blessed release.
Nah, you don't get rid of me that easily. See you tomorrow for another Groundhog Day in Edinburgh.
Sleeeeeeeeep.
