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Edinburgh Fringe 2012: Day 13

Just when you talk about the weather being better this year, it pours down for several hours and you have no option but to flyer in it.

Perhaps people took sympathy on me standing on the Royal Mile getting soaked, but it was actually a productive couple of hours. I handed out most of my flyers and managed to talk to people about the show and get them to come along. We had 15 people again, which is fast becoming our average; and for our venue and timeslot, that is no mean feat.

They were friendly, I talked slower and did pretty well, although there were a few blank stares from certain quarters. Paul didn’t enjoy himself and is in danger of slowly morphing back into Bruce Banner after his stage rage of Tuesday. I do like him when he is angry and may have to resort to winding him up before he goes on to get the best out of him.

In our collection bucket at the end, we made £14 and a dice, which I think is a fair reflection of the show. It wasn’t as good as it can be.

We have now passed the midway point of the Fringe. This coincided with me and flatmate Deech enjoying our first night of freedom after finishing our actual paid work for the next couple of weeks. I was all set for a night of debauchery, but after having a pint after my show, I was hit by the tiredness wall and our rock n roll lifestyles led us back to our flat at 2am. Paul and Deech had a cup of tea, but I chose not to partake in such excess and opted for going to bed instead.

I am looking forward to seeing some shows and not having to do anything in the mornings. Unfortunately, my bank balance and liver are not sharing such feelings.

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