So, en vacances dans aout pour tres semaines. First port of call, down to Devon for two weddings on consecutive days. (Hold on, I need to go and kick the washing machine to stop the bleeping). So, as I was saying, went to the first wedding on Friday, died from a Man Cold and irritated IBS on Saturday and then flew from Exeter to Edinburgh on Sunday. Edinburgh was alright and certainly better than last year as I went without any books or expectations but to see some stuff and to be away from where I am normally. I did miss the supermarket, though...like a nail bomb going off in my small bowel.
Went to some of the dirtiest bars in the city and learnt not to pretend to be Scottish,
in the first one. Despite having a cold throughout the duration o fthe three weeks off I continued to play hard and make the most of being in my favourite City during the month of the year when it is artistically plugged into a million volt socket. Although the majority of a lot of the many venues do not appear to get many of the volts through...Ooh, look at me - bitchy reviewer!
So I saw plenty of comedy that actually was funny, but you have to pay for it. Also saw a piece of physical theatre called "Dear Theo" about artists' survival and letters between Van Gogh and his brother Theo, I think. But I'm not entirely sure (which is no reflection on the play) but i had to dip out for a crap, half way through and so I think I might have missed some crucial bits. Anyway, so I left feeling confused, lighter and moderately cultured.
I saw other bits but I can't be bothered to mention them. I'm not fucking TIMEOUT. I did one of my best received sets at a venue called the Bongo Club on the last night. And was accosted by two reasonably fit American Ladies afterwards who, despite being married, basically wanted a bit of me. "Georgie's Doggerell - COME ON LADIES!"
Right, where can you se mee next? I hear you scream whilst lobbing pairs of knickers at my head...Well:
On Tuesday 14th October (next Tues)
@The Green Note Club, Camden, North London
£2 before 7:30pm a Lady Godiva (£iver) after
(A fine looking line-up and the re-locating party of "Utter" hosted by Richard Tyrone Jones).
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On Friday 14th November
@ The Royal Seven Stars, Totnes, Devon (bottom of the Street)
part of the "Wondermentalist Cabaret" hosted by (Radio 4 regular) Matt Harvey
(a line-up well worth making the journey for).
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On Thursday 27th November
@The Thunderbolt, Totterdown, Bristol
John Hegley, Tony Curtis (possibly) and Me (definitely)
(tell your Bristolian friends about this one, please, otherwise I fear it might be to an audience of local death metallers only..)
Also I'm planning on doing a couple of other things up in London, one in Finchley and the other in Kings Cross. Dates to be confirmed bu tin the next couple of Months.
And that's it for now as I've got to go and serve sausages and mash to millions.
Bye,
GC x
1 comment:
Hi George,
I don't seem to have an e-mail for you, and can't seem to track one down - so I'm hoping you get to moderate your comments and will read this and delete it before the mighty public go 'what?'. Here's the e-mail I just wrote...
'Hi George,
It was lovely sharing the bill with you on Friday – I enjoyed your sets a lot.
After you left we discovered you’d left some papers behind with handwritten poems and notes for poems all over them... if you want them back deposit a briefcase with £10,000 in the hollow tree on the north side of... no, not really – if you want them back give me your address and I’ll pop them in the post.
‘Celine is sultry and voluptuous’
‘Tubular and undulating’s your squashy Faberge tube’
and
‘Tiredness can kill – take a break’
AF x'
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