I said you wouldn’t hear from me during August and you didn’t did you?
The Glasgow Fringe Festival went well thanks for asking.
People came to the show and I didn’t make a financial loss. Also, I lived above a supermarket, so I could get supplies like toilet roll and bread easily. Unfortunately, I did get a bout of athlete’s foot.
I’ll tell you what happened. I only had my trainers with me, which I wore both on stage and off. I got very sweaty on stage (what with all the feminism in my show and everything), then I stayed in those damp socks and trainers all day until eveningtime. Oh yes, the other thing that happened in Edinburgh (apart from the athlete’s foot), was that Justine Thornton (the barrister), and her husband (Ed) came to the show and we chatted a bit after. Lovely people.
This is on from November 5th – December 7th.
I’m not being a blowing my own trumpet knob or anything, but apparently it’s almost sold out.
Please would you book if you haven’t already because you are “my sort of people” what with reading this here on my website and all.
I don’t want to spend a whole month performing to people who’ve only come because they heard that Justine Thornton liked it.
Sunday 6th October, 7.45pm. Come on Brighton! Come out!
You came to a preview of the show in July – THIS WILL BE BETTER THAN THAT.
Various odd gigs coming up – they’re all on my gigs
page. I’m might try some new material. Or not.
I’m also doing a panel discussion about activism and social networking – friend or foe – called Feminism 3.0 at the Brighton Dome next weekend (14th) with Lilinaz Evans aka Lillipop blogger and teenager behind Twitter Youth Feminist Army, Lucy-Anne Holmes – No More Page 3, Suzanne Moore – Columnist for The Guardian.
It’s chaired by Helen Lewis, Deputy Editor of The New Statesman. I think there may still be some tickets left. Be quick!
I haven’t started it yet. My editor doesn’t know so don’t tell her.
I haven’t started it yet. My producers don’t know so don’t tell them.
Not that interested. Don’t tell television.
Remember my leaking toilet?? Don’t panic! It’s not fixed.
But I overcame my hostility towards B&Q staff for long enough to enable me
to go in there and buy a toilet “off the shelf”. Rather than a bespoke one of
course. It’s in the spare room at the moment, still in its box.
By the way, is there an equivalent of Saville Row but for shitters? Please let me know if there is. I’d love to know how they measure you up for one.
I have to go now because the washing’s on the line and it’s just started spitting.
The weather has, not the washing. I shall write again in October.