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The Fringe hasn't even started and I am already a wreck. I woke up to find my left eye was inexplicably aching. Had a ghost poked me in the eye in my sleep? Or maybe I'd done it to myself. And I was still exhausted from all that walking yesterday.
I did a bit of work for the first show and then went back to bed. This wasn't the energy I needed for day one. As I researched today's guest, Phoebe gave me a fresh nail polish design, making my bitten nails look like pink ladybirds.
My eye calmed down a bit eventually and after lunch I headed to my venue for the first time. We were teching right before the show and it was the first day so predictably everything was a bit chaotic. Bollings is teching the show for me and he and the crew were fighting to get mics set up and connected properly so we could record the show. I was no help here.
They just about got to the point where it looked like everything was working, but we mainly had to cross fingers as the audience had to come in. We'd sold a respectable 43 tickets - not enough to cover today's accommodation, but not bad for a preview.
Apparently (I've just discovered)
I went to see the show that year (just before a memorable night at Bar Napoli where I paid for my meal with change from my charity bucket - which of course I added to the total and paid to Scope later),. Hopefully Kieran was one of the two performers I picked out as being excellent. To be honest I don't remember even going to that show, or much about the workshop. Thank goodness the blog is here to fill the many gaps in my increasingly useless memory.
The podcast rocked along, though Kieran's mic kept cutting out and eventually died all together so we had to share mine. Technical difficulties are more or less inevitable on day one (I think the whole recording of the first ever Edinburgh Fringe podcast failed) and today's issues led to some funny bits and we coped admirably.
You can judge for yourself (if the recording works) when this goes out on Monday.
We were invited to the List party tonight. Instead we chose to go to bed at about 8.30pm. Even if we hadn't been knackered we couldn't have gone. But I am pleased about that. In most past Edinburgh parties I'd just get freaked out by the number of people, feel self-conscious if I had no one to talk to and too embarrassed to impose myself on people I might know a bit and then either get drunk or bolt for my flat.
Sleeping was better than that.
Catie's show starts on Thursday.
Tickets here. Don't listen to all the stuff she says about me. She's a liar.
