The Edinburgh Fringe kicks off this week and for the first time since 2003 I am not a part of it. I can’t quite describe how this makes me feel. Is this the emotion you earthlings call ‘happiness’?
I’d like to wish my fellow comedians the best of luck for the month ahead. They will need it to survive the maelstrom of self-obsession, paranoia and disappointment they are willingly throwing themselves into. It’s simultaneously both worth it and not at all worth it.
It’s the first August in ages that hasn’t begun with me in a cold sweat, though I don’t know why I’m so calm. I… Read the full story