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Edinburgh Fringe 2012: Day 6 and 7

Regular reader(s) will have noticed that I have missed a day out of my Edinburgh blog.

Worry not, I am safe and well, at least for the moment. This temporary lapse is because I am working remotely from 9am-5-30pm and only have a small window between finishing work and going out to flyer my show. And yesterday, I had to get the flyers designed for the other show I am doing in the final week of the Fringe.

Although my lack of writing about our show on Wednesday may subconsciously be because we made a measly £4.36 in the bucket and then had improv duo forced upon us, who were performing at the music open mic night that takes place in the our venue in the main bar when our show has finished.

Wednesday’s show wasn’t a bad one, the seven people who did come to watch laughed, they just weren’t feeling particularly generous with their finances. Of the seven people, we knew three. So our three hours of flyering only attracted four people. Including in the audience members we did know was Moz, who had been drinking for a few hours and was only in town for two nights. After we left the pub, we went our separate ways with Moz and no-one actually knows what happened to him as he was nowhere to be seen or heard from the next day. I should worry, but he’s probably still fast asleep on a doorstep.

At Thursday’s show, we reached the dizzy heights of double figures of audience and had ten. Me and Paul had to work for our laughs, particularly with four young-ish looking girls who were staring blankly at me for large proportions of my time on the mic.

Although one audience member sat at the back of the room was enjoying the show considerably more than everyone else. He was laughing heartily throughout my set and immediately after I’d finished he shook my hand and said: “That was f*cking hilarious. I loved that. I’m not even drunk, I’ve only had a couple of pints.” He then kissed my hand.

It’s nice to feel appreciated.

After the show, he described it as: “One of the best comedy shows I’ve ever seen.” High praise indeed. He also asked if he could take one of our posters home, so we gave him a souvenir.

When you flyer for three hours, just to get a handful of people into the show, you do appreciate things like this all the more. I can only hope that by the end of the Fringe we have several more audience members who are as enthusiastic about the show. If this occurrence starts to become a regular thing, then I will be very happy.

But it would seem that his enthusiasm wasn’t entirely isolated; because from ten people, we made £16 in our collection bucket at the end.

And now I am heading off to do some more flyering. As it is Friday night, I am looking forward to an alcohol induced lie-in tomorrow.

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