My final show ensured I ended my Fringe on a high in what has been one hell of a run.
The room was packed and about 20 people were turned away. Some of them were interested in coming back for the 8.45pm show.
The crowd wanted to get involved from the start. It has turned into a show where heckling is not only encouraged, but also feels lacking without it. I managed to atone for my implosion in my final show last year and sustained my energy throughout. I even set a new collection record with £108.
I was happy to leave it there and hoping I wouldn’t have to do it all again at 8.45pm. Fortunately, only two people showed up for the second show and were also ten minutes late. I was being a bit overoptimistic with the four people I was expecting.
Since the show finished, I have felt as a great sense of relief. This Fringe has been amazing and gone far better than I ever thought possible at this stage in my comedy life, but I have had to work really hard for it and it has been exhausting.
In other news, I have managed to avoid the Edinblurghy for the first time ever. Even taunting it didn’t make it appear. If it wants to strike now, it is welcome to but should know that it will just be ordinary lurgy.
I will write a post-Fringe analysis of the ridiculousness that this August has been when I am a bit more with it. For now, it is time to have a rest and return to the real-world where I am not a full-time comic. This Fringe may have just given me a glimpse into a possible future, it’s certainly felt like another reality.
I am trying to fool my body into believing that I have two shows left, when I know that just the one is much more likely in reality. Last year, my body gave up on me in my final show, with my mind already heading back to London and I ended the Fringe on a bum note.
In my sprinting days, which admittedly peaked about 20 years ago, I was always taught to run 105 metres instead of 100 to avoid slowly down when reaching the finishing line.
So if I tell myself that I still have another show to do, then I’m hoping my body will prepare itself to shut down towards the end of the second performance. I just hope that it doesn’t find out my plan and sabotage it out of spite.
I started yesterday’s show with four empty seats, which was previously unheard of for a Friday in this run. Fortunately, five people came in late and my standing-room only tally was able to go up.
From the off, I could tell they were going to be a good crowd, with Friday proving to be my best day throughout the Fringe. No-one walked out, everyone laughed in the right places and I rebounded with £98 in my bucket at the end, which is currently my third highest in takings at any Fringe.
In previous Fringes, the last show has usually been a bit of an anti-climax. Then again, this has been a year that I have bucked many trends, so I’m not going to try and predict it what’s about to unfold. I’ve had a great run; I’ve already made a profit for the first time at the Fringe, and I’ve had a lot of fun. Anything else is going to be a bonus.
It has happened, my standing-room only streak has come to an end.
I knew it was inevitable at some point during the run and never thought it would last as long as it did. As time went on, I did wonder if it could last for the whole run, only for the Fringe Gods to snatch it from me at the last minute.
But it doesn’t matter, the fact that it lasted for 18 shows is pretty remarkable given the Kilderkin’s location. Taking into account the 100+ people that have tried to see the show and I’ve not had room for, I would statistically have enough people for at least an extra two gigs.
However, my philosophy that I try and stick to for all gigs is that it doesn’t matter how many people are in the room, they’re there to see a show and I’ll always try and give them all I can.
I had about 25 people in yesterday, which is still a great turnout for a free show in a year that many of my more talented peers have really struggled for audience.
Most of the audience enjoyed the show, but I had five people walk out. This included a group of four that I knew wouldn’t enjoy it before it even began. You get a Spidey sense about particular punters.
I had my lowest takings of the Fringe, with £32. It didn’t feel as bad as Sunday, where I had a full room but made only £4 more. I really can’t complain, I’ve been very lucky this year. Plus £32 and 25 people was more than double both my lowest audience and takings from last year.
The advantage of having a smaller crowd was that it gave me a chance to see if handing out the whiteboards and pens before the show kept things flowing better. I think it worked well enough to warrant me trying it again today. I have two shows left, with the possibility of a third. At the moment, finding the energy for two seems enough of a challenge.
I have received my first proper review this Fringe and it’s a decent write-up.
I got three-stars from Broadway Baby, and there was me saying how the show had really polarised opinions. I can’t really use three stars on future posters, but I can take quite a lot from the nice stuff that they’ve written about me.
This is one of the lines is: “His engagement with the crowd is quick and charming.”
I have now spanned the entire charm spectrum this Fringe, being called both charming and charmless. There’s some other stuff that I can plunder from there as was well.
From the review, it looks like they came in on Monday. Although it was probably the most fun I’ve had at a show, I did mess up a few things and know I can do better.
They do pick-up on me taking too much time handing out stationary, which isn’t something that comes up in many reviews. They also referenced me swallowing words around a few punchlines, which is something that can be traced right back to my time in plays at school and is much more prominent when I’m tired.
It would be nice to have at least four-stars, but I’m not overly fussed about it. Ultimately, how well I do in comedy is going to be down to me rather than the words, however nice, of someone I’ll probably never know.
Yesterday’s show was good fun. It was a little quieter than other days, but still ended up being standing-room only as a few people came in late and my streak was thus maintained. They were a nice crowd, but not quite as loud as Monday. I made £76, which isn’t a bad at all.
I have three shows left, but am currently considering doing an extra one as the 8.45pm slot at the Kilderkin will be free on Saturday. It all depends on whether or not there’s enough demand. I could quite easily see 30 people being turned away from my first show, only for four to turn up to the second.
Yesterday may well have been my favourite show of the run so far, with a very lively audience.
It was the loudest a crowd has ever sung during the music round and they were very insistent about continuing. They also gave me a lot to riff off, with Mike in the front-row proving particularly good value.
My bucket anomaly of Sunday was corrected and I made £86. I’ve made more money during the other shows, but I don’t think I’ve had quite so much fun.
It was just the gig I needed at this point in the Fringe to give me a boost before my day off, then heading into the home-straight of the final four shows.
As I’ve said before, how well the show goes is dependent on what the audience gives me to work with. If they’re not getting involved, then the show doesn’t get going properly. It’s a risk for an hour show to be so dependent on the audience, but I’ve been really lucky with who I’ve been getting through the door – and also who I’ve been having leave through the fire exit.
When I return to the Fringe next, I am planning on doing an hour of stand-up. I don’t know if it’ll be next year, as I am currently fatigued and thinking of actually going on a proper holiday in 2016. When I do come back, I may still run How To Win A Pub Quiz in some capacity as it would be stupid to drop something that has worked really well for me both in audience numbers and financially. It’s always been an ambition to write an hour show, the quiz thing has just taken on a life of its own.
Yesterday, I continued my record of having standing room only at my shows and it was a decent gig, but I ended up getting my lowest amount in the collection bucket afterwards.
I received £36 and a lot of people left without putting any money in. The show probably went a bit better than Saturday, it certainly wasn’t a worth £50 less. It’s strange, because it was definitely a much better show than the first Sunday and Monday of the Fringe, where I made a lot more money.
I can’t really complain, I’ve been on a roll with the past few days and all rolls have to come to an end at some point. And I could also do with a jolt at this point to get me focused on the remaining five shows.
I am looking forward to having a day off from it all tomorrow. I’ll hopefully get some rest and come back at full-power from Wednesday onwards.
In other news, I’ve found a comment on Twitter from someone who came to see the show and didn’t like it.
This is what Sean says: “How To Win A Pub Quiz is honestly the worst Fringe show I have ever seen. Every single ‘joke’ is explained, that’s when you know it’s bad.”
That’s quite some endorsement. But someone wasn’t paying very much attention, I only explain about giant squid and jellyfish.
Further reading confirms that Sean was part of the group of about six 20-ish year olds who were bored, stood at the back chatting amongst themselves and then left through the fire escape when the quiz had just started. I’m actually grateful when people do walk out if they’re really not enjoying it. They’ve been in the minority this Fringe.
It’s amazing how divided some opinions have been on this show. Some people have hated it, whereas many people have really loved it. I’d much rather be doing something that divides opinion than create a beige, generic soup that everyone universally agrees is just ‘alright’.
I can report that there was no repeat performance of last Saturday’s drunken shenanigans and I didn’t wake up on my bedroom floor in a pile of my dirty washing. This is largely because I wasn’t bought three pints during my show.
It was a decent show yesterday, with about 30 people being turned away again. Even someone who’d asked me to reserve some seats couldn’t get in as they arrived two minutes before the show was due to start and I’d had no choice but to offer them to other people.
Yesterday’s crowd were a little more passive than the previous two Saturdays. I had to work hard to get them going and this took little while, with some of the material getting titters that has done much better at other shows. I also didn’t help matters by swallowing some of my words around punchlines, which is mostly down to fatigue. The crowd eventually got on board and there were some big laughs. I made £86 in the bucket at the end, which was down a bit from the previous three shows and was a fair reflection of how the show didn’t go quite as well.
I also unexpectedly had someone from Quiz Britain make an appearance at the show and ask to take pictures of me when I was handing out the pens and white boards. I am going to be featured on their website, which is pretty cool.
Another thing I’ve been really lucky with at this year’s Fringe so far is the weather. It has rained, but mostly stayed fine in the hour or so before my show to make sure that punters are not put off walking down the hill to the Kilderkin.
In previous Fringes, I have been left utterly drenched by downpours, which largely summed up my shows that year.
I hit the tiredness wall at about 10pm last night and had to go to bed. When I went outside the Kilderkin, there was a torrential downpour of old happening, with streams flowing down the streets. But when I woke up today, the sun was out and all was well again.
I have six shows left; I’ve managed to fight off the lurgy so far, but I could really do with a second wind.
I have finally done it, I have breached the £100 barrier in a collection bucket. After nearing the figure in a few shows, I surpassed it with £1 to spare.
I started yesterday’s show a few minutes late as there were a few people waiting to be served at the bar. To make up this time, I cut some of the material and ended up finishing five minutes earlier than I was supposed to. The streamlined show seemed to work better and I’ve reworked the quiz to give me more time to play around, which is not something I’d previously managed as the ending has been a bit rushed.
With today being a Saturday, I am also planning on not drinking quite so much during or after today’s show. That said, I didn’t really plan on consuming as much alcohol as I did last week. People kept buying me beer and it just sort of happened. I annoyed Pete who runs the midnight acoustic mic night at the Kilderkin on Saturdays with my repeated requests for Mrs Robinson. But he has offered to play it tonight in exchange for me behaving myself.
In immune system news, the Edinblurghy has been suppressed for the moment and my sore throat has gone. But I’m not going to get too cocky and start taunting it, because I know it could strike at any time. Consuming a lot of alcohol is not going to help my cause, so I think it’s best to try and take it easy. I just need to hold it together for another seven shows.
A few things went wrong in yesterday’s show, but none of them seemed to stop it going well.
The first thing that went wrong was that the man I was trying to get on stage for the sketch bit could not read the script as he didn’t have his glasses.
When you’re choosing older people to take part in the sketch, it is usually funnier, but the risk is that they might not have their reading glasses. I managed to get another on stage, who turned out to be Mike Leigh’s brother so I hope he put in a good word.
The second thing that went wrong was that when I was marking the scores, I knocked a glass of beer off a table, which them smashed on the floor and I had an ale-drenched foot for the rest of the show. But I can at least say that I did quite literally smash it. I thank you.
I also forgot a few bits of material and to reveal half the answers. Despite these things, I breached the £90 barrier for the
In other news, the tiredness barrier has really hit me in the last few days and I’ve felt the early signs of the Edinblurgy taunting me for more than a week, without it properly setting in. My throat started to get sore yesterday, but has calmed down a bit.
I don’t know what the Edinblurgy is waiting for; maybe it knows that it is not scheduled until the final week. But I would prefer it just comes out of its hiding place to do battle with my immune system instead of all this cowardice. Then again, I would prefer it even more if it stayed locked away until a week on Sunday when my shows have finished.
For the past five minutes, I have been trying to work out what days this combined entry is meant to cover.
It doesn’t help that I write for the previous day and am pretty sure I’ve already messed it up. I think it should be days nine, ten and 11. Yeah, we’ll go with that.
This is an obvious sign that the Fringe has properly gotten to my mind. Time passes differently up here, it both goes very quickly but seems like to lasts for years. It’s similar to Narnia, just with fewer religious connotations.
With Megan’s scornful words fresh in my mind, I set about putting on the best show I could. I know this show is much better than she gave it credit for, my bucket takings are proof of this. People tend not to put very much money in for shows that aren’t very good. I should know, I’ve done plenty of these.
My faith/delusion was proved correct with a really lovely gig, with another full room and lots of nice comments afterwards. I made £78 in the bucket, so not a bad haul for a Monday. I’ve also had a really positive audience review added that is quite a contrast from Megan’s. Thanks to Ellis for this.
Wednesday marked the midway point for the Fringe. At the exact midway point last year, I had my worst show of the entire run. In 2014, there were 15 people in and the overwhelming theme was apathy. I made £8 in my bucket, with a few small packets of Refreshers someone had thrown in.
So it was quite a surprise yesterday when not only did I have a full to capacity room, but I also made my record bucket takings with £99. It was agonisingly close to the triple figure target I have set myself to achieve in at least one show before the end of the run, but I’ve still got time.
For both Mondays and Wednesdays gigs, I had some really vocal middle-aged people sitting at the front who wanted to get involved. I had a lot of fun and Wednesday’s sketch between two panto performers was both the weirdest and most enjoyable I have had so far.
This show does rest and fall on the audience I have in. If they want to get involved and give me something to riff off, then it tends to go amazingly. If they’re reluctant to engage, then things don’t go so well. And for the most part, I have been really lucky with my audiences. I’ve also covered my rent for my flat and am getting very close to being in the black for the first time ever at the Fringe. If the second half of my run goes as well as the first, then I will be delighted.
I am now officially on holiday from work, so can put more energy into my show. I am also going to make an effort to see as many shows as I can.