While the comedy world is waiting with baited breath for the next 'Fringe Sensation' and while the performers themselves that are up there are gearing themselves up for a month of shall we say ups and downs, I am happy to be 100 miles South of the greatest comedy festival, going out on my nights off for meals or down the pub to drink a few real ales. Even taking my aggresive dog for a walk or getting kicked whilst playing football is infinitely better than being told you are about as funny as leukemia by some wet arsed undergraduate writing in the arts section of a broadsheet newspaper.

I'm not aparty to who's trendy at the minute and I haven't seen any of the previews but I reckon Justin Moorhouse is in with a chance of at least a nomination, it's definitely his time. Maybe Alun Cochrane is going to step up to the big plate this year or perhaps that Andrew Lawrence bloke will get another nod. Sarah Millican is definitely still in vogue and this will be one of her big years, also Tom Wrigglesworth has enough support behind him from last year's run to mount a challenge for honours. Andi Osho will surely have a good one because of the telly angle as will Ava Vidal and then of course there's the 'phenomenon' of Jack Whitehall. He's actually ok as a stand up, in fact he's quite good but he's been pushed through so many doors he's like a special delivery parcel that should be marked 'Warning do not Expose any of the fragile, vulnerable parts until very famous' I think we'll not see much more of Jack as I think films and stuff will beckon before too long.

The most interesting side to it for me is the comics on their way down. The ones who were pushed well beyond their limits a few years ago but who couldn't run with the ball because they simply weren't good enough. There's a few of that lot drinking in the last chance saloon this year and four fifths of them will not do any more tours because people won't buy tickets. We all have our spin of the dice, our crack of the whip and Edinburgh decides who is in and who is out. There's someone involved in telly who seems to decide who's in or out these days and he won't tolerate any bloke who doesn't wear a fucking suit. The trouble is loads of acts then decide to get their hair cut and buy a suit just to please this cartoon svengali. As soon as comics decide to write great jokes rather than make career decisions based on quality of clothes and TV programme choice with enough hack writers, we might have a great circuit instead of daft twats passing off Robbie rejoining Take That as 'edgy', 'dark' material.

Anyway rant over, good luck everyone, if you'll excuse me I'm going to take the dog out. 

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