Yes sorry loyal readers, there's no fuckin excuse really. I choose to do this bloody blog and I choose to write it every day and when that gets neglected, I suppose you get frustrated. Where are you gonna find any bile being directed at Gav's peers elsewhere? There's always Michael Legge who does a lot of it in his Edinburgh show (very funny by the way) but you'll not find much of it anywhere else because just like the pop music industry especially in the glitter and glam days, most acts like to see it all as a big wanky luvvy love inn. I know a lot of acts read this blog as well as 'punters' (what a terrible patronising expression, mind you people do say things like 'I pay my money, I'm entitled to think he's a cunt because I didn't laugh' so punters it will stay!) and I will always speak as I find.
I dare say over the next few days I'll recount the things that happened and you'll get the fleeting information as time goes by. Nothing amazing went down like, just the usual beef with the usual egos. There are acts who I always knew were spoilt little fuckers who overran and thus fucked other people up that were going on afterwards but what can you do?!! Thankfully before me was Dave Longley who never did such a thing and was a gentleman throughout. Also another one with a good show. An hour of my life that I'll remember there.
How can I sum it all up in bite sized sentences? Well the brief story through Webster eyes is this:-
I had my finest hour pretty much on the first night when I learned that I was gonna get a Five star review from the Herald which was subsequently printed on the Sunday. As far as I'm aware that was the only Five star review of Stand 2 in the whole run for 11 different acts with about 8 reviews per act. Not bloody bad eh!! This is definitely one of the proudest moments of my career I'd say as I've never had a 5 before and to get it on the first night and from a proper player like The Herald was a chest puffer outer. I'll put it up tomorrow. I suppose from then on in it was inevitably downhill. A couple of twos from The Skinny and Fest put me down the pecking order and scuppered any chance of any awards I'd say. The pissy lager people were in to see me after the Five starrer but I'd say the poison pen directed at me by particularly the Fest kid (who actually didn't get the premise of the show the useless fuckstick!!) probably put the fickle fuckers off. Mind you perhaps they just didn't like the show, fair play!
I followed it up with a couple of impressive Fours and there are a few that aren't out yet as far as I'm aware but it was weird to say the least to have critics liking the show, fuck me what next?!! I was very proud to not let Chortly man in for the second year running. This makes me very happy and he's barred forever from my shows. Glad to have no reviews from the most grubby of publications. I don't need to say more on that but was very proud to turn him down when he asked to come in to my show (at least he did that this year rather than turning up uninvited last year), it's the little victories for decency like that that makes us all great.
Plenty of respect from the peers as well. There was always an act or an old comedy person (writer or actor or agent type or BBC bod) sitting at the back every day. Great to see David Mitchell, Victoria Coren and Fred Macauley amongst others. Sadly Sarah Millican's day of coming culminated in my fuckin hire car breaking and me not getting there. Sorry Sarah and Gary (Delaney) would have been good to have a pint and a catch up.
That was my fringe. I'll carp on about what I think of the industry tomorrow but as far as my time went, great start then a drop down and to finish a bit of a flourish. Some decent crowds, no totally shit days but in general no better than last year which was the only small disappointment. Hey ho. Dust down and get going again.
It's great to be back writing. More Edinburgh musings tomorrow. Enjoy your rap party tonight at The Stand, wish I was there. Speak tomorrow 'punters'.
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