I didn't get enough sleep to catch up and was in a daze for most of the day.
The second podcast went OK, but I didn't enjoy it as much as yesterday's. It was good to discover that 29
profanity aps had been sold overnight, netting Andrew and me an impressive £2.90 each. I joked about getting that all changed into 10ps and making love with an audience member on top of it. It is somehow fitting that our sponsorship deal is going to make us so little money. We're not in this for the cash, just in case you hadn't realised that by now. Our business acumen is not good. In fact maybe you should wait until next week to buy the ap and then we won't make anything at all!
As always you can hear the results of our improvised chat here. We do not know why it is 39 seconds shorter than usual. We recorded the same amount as always and Collings insists he did not edit anything out.
Another 20 people followed us down to the Tattie, although I couldn't face two "Richard Herrings" in two days so didn't eat anything (thus increasing the profits of the shop as he always insists on giving me my potatoes for free).
I should really have gone back to bed, but instead went to see
King of Everything, a wonderfully ramshackle and silly sketch show, which is childish and rude and a lot of fun. I especially enjoyed the acting range of Johnny Candon who seemed capable of playing any character as long as they talked in his voice and moved around like him. But why come up with characters when you're this funny already? Michael Legge was quite good too.
I came home and grabbed a useless 30 minutes sleep and then walked up to my own show.
I saw my black cat friend for the first time in ages and was glad that he was still alive. He showed me little interest, but I gave him a little pet anyway. He had appeared again just as I needed my jaded spirits to be lifted. I am convinced he is magic now. The show went well, and I now have some black moustaches for the end, but somehow I have ended up buying the hook velcro instead of the loop one, which means that if someone with the black moustache kisses someone with the white one then they will stick together forever. I am sure I ordered loop. The hook ones don't look as good and tend to stick to each other too. It's a velcro nightmare.
Then I escaped the Fringe for a lovely Thai meal with my girlfriend and an early night.
