My Edfringe – 17th August 2012

Hey, guess what? It’s finally my final post about my boring exploits in Edinburgh. Huzzah! I’ll try and make it as brief as possible. Danke.

Comedian’s Comedian Podcast @ The Gilded Balloon: 12:15

I listen to the Stuart Goldsmith’s Comedians Comedian podcast because a) I like podcasts, b) I like comedy and c) I like podcasts about comedy.  It felt only right and proper for me to go and see the live version while I had the chance.  The guests were Pappy’s and they talked about what it was like to be in a sketch group that wasn’t really a sketch group. I’ve made it sound dull, but it wasn’t. It was very interesting.  If you liked listening to people talk about creating comedy. Which I do.

Asher Treleaven: Troubadour @ The Gilded Balloon: 16:30

We had seen Asher Treleaven go down a storm at Set List a couple of nights previously (see here) and we had a spare hour or two that needed to be filled. You do the math(s).

P.s.

Have you done the maths yet? Oh, you haven’t. Well, the answer was: we went to see him. It was fun.

Phill Jupitus: You’re Probably Wondering Why I’ve Asked You Here @ Stand 1: 18:45

This show was improvised character comedy, so, you know, was right up my street (metaphorically). He was clearly enjoying himself on stage, but in a good way, not in a self indulgent way.  Lots of fun and the audience loved it.

Grant Morrison @ The Book Festival

Do you know the comedian Grant Morrison? No? Well that’s because he’s a comic book writer. It’s an easy mistake to make.  I’ve been reading Morrison’s comics 24 – yes 24 – years (and yes, I am sad for knowing exactly how long it has been) and he’s pretty much my favourite writer, so this was a surprisingly emotional event (shut up).  Reading comics has always been a pretty solitary pastime for me, especially in my teenage years, and the creators who seemed like superstars to me were totally anonymous to everyone else I knew.  Seeing someone who’s had such an impact on my cultural life in such a prestigious setting seemed like the culmination of something.  I don’t know what that something was, but the fact that it felt like something was the important bit.

As a result of this book talk, we knew we were going to miss The Joy of Sketch, which I had bought tickets to prior to getting the Morrison ones.  We were planning to go and see Eddie Pepitone afterwards, as a last minute substitute, but the location and timing of the Book Festival event meant that even this wasn’t feasible.  Since then, all I’ve read is about how great Eddie Pepitone was and that he was one of the unmissable acts at the Fringe.  Really annoying, but worth it.

Technically, this wasn’t my last day at the Fringe.  You can read about that, here.