At this time of year, many comics are in Edinburgh frantically hoping that a TV executive will turn up to their gig and insist that they are immediately given their own primetime show and possibly some sort of movie deal – okay, that’s what I used to dream about and that is why Edinburgh to me has always been a major disappointment.
I’ve never actually had a bad Edinburgh. It’s always improved me as a stand up and has resulted in a fair bit of work – last year’s performance of ‘Coming Up For Air’ led to a West End run and the rebirth of my acting career. However past Festivals have created such a massive boost for a very few comics that one forgets that most go up there, do well, and then continue through the comedy world with only the very slightest improvement to their careers.It’s taken me a long time to realise that I can only do Edinburgh when I really have an artistic need to do it (ie. I have a show that I am desperate to perform rather than doing it because I feel that I should at certain points in my career.)
Anyway, I am back in Cyprus now doing another week of gigs. Many apologies for lack of recent updates but family holidays and my addiction to rubbish on Youtube has got in the way of my blogging. I am also now hurtling towards forty. It really is a milestone age. No wonder people try and make themselves feel better by saying rubbish like, ‘Life begins at forty’ – no it doesn’t. By forty, you’re about half way through, riddled with doubt and regret and beginning to worry about every new pain that you feel. I have about three heart attacks a week at the moment (the doctor says it’s indigestion coupled with an overactive imagination- what does he know, he’s about twelve.)
