Monday, 4 October 2010
Saturday, 2 October 2010
something for the weekend
http://aechase.tumblr.com/post/1224422130/a-little-hint-about-this-years-soul-food-set
Listen with headphones for the full bass experience.
Friday, 10 September 2010
Casablanca, mon amor
Thursday, 2 September 2010
tbh
Wednesday, 1 September 2010
the most important quotations are the ones you post under your Facebook profile picture
- Catriona MacLeod
My Fringe ticket total is 37. That month went too quickly. Oh well. Back to the island with one roundabout.
I am 21 years old, and having just finished not one but two once-in-a-lifetime internships, I still have no idea what I can practically do for a living this time next year. When I say I have no idea what I can"practically do" I mean that I know for a fact that I want to sing and make it my life's occupation, but whether or not this a practical option is another question. My attitude at the moment is "do it and think about it later"; this has been a motto of mine for a long time, as has "what have you got to lose?" and "you only live once", both of which I have got me into a lot of emotional trouble in the past and I am always one for thinking "it will be different next time". It never is. Maybe this recklessness is a good thing? You have to be just a little bit crazy to want a Bohemian lifestyle of uncertainty and shared bathroom facilities. As long as such a lifestyle comes with a stage, an after-party and an 8-hour sleep, it's definitely for me.
Till I can live that troubadour dream, I can stare at a suitcase that appears to have exploded; clothes are spilling out of that bad boy like the pink ooze that comes out of the tap in Ghostbusters 2. It's not pretty. My pub shift begins in T-123 minutes and I hope that The Box plays some good tunes tonight. (It's tag line is "All The Hits All The Time" and it had better live up to this promise. After a month of culture all I want to hear is Justin Beiber and Dizzee.) In my musically-overactive brain, I have plans to re-imagine some Bon Iver and La Roux tracks, an interesting combo, though I'm not brave enough for a mash-up just yet. I'll wait till Soul Food reunite till I get back into that mode of thinking. I'm still secretly hoping for that Don't Upset The Rhythm/Funky Town medley to happen.
Friday, 27 August 2010
memoirs #1: Edinburgh Snapshots
BBC, au revoir
Today is my last day at Showbiz Headquarters and I wish I could stay. I will miss the sunny office, I will miss walking down Cowgate every morning. I have learnt one very important lesson during my time here and it is this: there will always be vomit on Cowgate. Monday morning - fresh vomit. Tuesday morning - fresh vomit. Tuesday afternoon - fresh vomit on the fresh vomit.
I have only just figured out how to embed videos in blog posts and I have so much more to share! I have barely set foot outside my door yet; the Fringe needs to be experienced 24 hours of everyday and it is only with hindsight as I begin my last 48 hours in the city that I start to regret going to sleep at all. "Sleep when you're dead" might be a phrase only appropriate to live by if you don't have a day job, but I can't believe I missed Late Night Gimp Fight (twice!), or the theatre company Belt Up's bar in C Soco, or the opportunity to get tickets for Bo Burnham who I think will be a megastar by Christmas. I saw him on Nicholson Street looking a bit lost and I very nearly rugby-tackled him in an attempt to make his comedy rub off on me. He's also quite cute.
Yes, I am also sad because I am going back into the she-wolf box I call University to start a dissertation. All ideas I had and was once so enthusiastic about have gone down the toilet into the sewer of idea Hell. Why can't I just sing instead? New ideas for songs to reinvent come to me daily, hence the onslaught of embedded videos of gorgeous women singing gorgeous songs who I hope to emulate, maybe this time next year, who knows.
Speaking of the years going by, I walked down Blair Street yesterday for the first time in a year, during the memorable times of 'True Dare Kiss'. (The Fringe sell-out of 2009!)
It still smells like corpses and beer. It smells like The Fringe. I will miss it so.
Thursday, 26 August 2010
Tuesday, 24 August 2010
My Showbiz Life: BOOKS BOOKS BOOKS
"The Festival Café is over, but there is much more to be enjoyed at Café headquarters as today was the first of two Book Café specials, live from the Edinburgh International Book Festival. Emma and I had the task of flyering outside the venue - not much fun in the rain, but people seemed to enjoy the Radio Scotland bookmarks (totally free, totally useful!). I managed to persuade one gentleman leaving the venue to turn around and go back in. Marketing score. The tent we were based in is a big departure from the EICC, but the buzz at the festival was comparable; school trips milled around getting ice cream despite the weather, and strolling round the square was a very chilled experience under the canopies. The festival has its own Speigeltent called 'Moulin Rouge' offering - wait for it - MUFFINS, which I declined because I have overdosed on baked goods over the past two weeks. This is my last broadcast on location, as I will unfortunately be back to my usual un-showbiz life next Monday, but you can look forward to Alexander McCall-Smith on the next show live from Charlotte Square on the 30th."
Monday, 23 August 2010
ThreeWeeks and Me: Prince of Cringe (spread the word)
Gag Reflex Management
The Prince of Cringe is delightful, and I never thought I’d use those words in the same sentence. I’m not kidding; Sam Wills tells the story of a Prince’s journey home using circus tricks, an enjoyable method of narrative illustration. Two simple art forms are combined to give what could be a simple show comedic and cringe-worthy substance. I did cringe several times, but not due to embarrassment or the desire to be elsewhere; some of Wills’ tricks look genuinely painful (he was bleeding and sweating by the end) but he pulls them off with ease and humour. This is not slick theatre, but Wills is an absorbing and entertaining performer who is definitely not just for children.
Gilded Balloon Teviot, 5 – 29 Aug, 12.15pm (1.15pm), £6.00 - £8.00, fpp16
tw rating 4/5
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Sunday, 22 August 2010
ThreeWeeks and Me: Mood Swings
See the ThreeWeeks one in the middle? I wrote those words, and meant them. I am a quoted journalist. Official.
Saturday, 21 August 2010
ThreeWeeks and Me: The Three Week Melancholia
Friday, 20 August 2010
20th Aug - My Showbiz Life: The Final Live Show
"I realise that most of my blog posts reference food that I've eaten, people I've met, items of clothing I've clocked and things that I've done, so I thought that seeing as though this was our last show I would go down a more emotional route. First things first: I will miss Rob's warm up act. Today he wowed (Ed: is this *really* the best choice of words, Catriona??) audiences with eye-patch and parrot in a pirate-themed routine. The nautical references are inexplicable and his performance won him a punnet of razzies. After a brilliant show that saw Felicity Ward talk about being a moron (I can sympathise), Richard Herring talk of his struggle with the Messiah (I can only imagine), Rainer Hersch talk like Victor Borge (I must research who that is) and Denise Black strut amongst the audience for the grand finale song, we left the green room for the last time with fond memories of guests and stresses past, which brings me to my final emotional thought for the day - Fiona and Melanie part from the Festival Café team this afternoon. I promised I wouldn't mention food again, but we celebrated their successful four weeks with sparkly cupcakes courtesy of Rich and made of fairydust (edible glitter actually), appropriate munchies for a nostalgic moment on the office sofas. Emma and I will be kicking off our final week here in Edinburgh with a live show from the Book Festival in Charlotte Square...an exciting prospect. We will be downsizing dramatically in venue size, but I can't wait for the buzz of an entirely different festival experience and hopefully some sunshine. And muffins. Maybe."
19th Aug: My Showbiz Life and New Loves
"Today Janice Forsyth pointed out to the audience and entire nation that the runners had been flirting with The Brothers Streep. Well, to be fair, I had. Shamelessly. We bonded over gooey muffins, which are almost as good as their Anna Paquin song. There aren't any songs about a girl called Catriona - I might mention this to them via their blog. Paul Higgins performed an extract from the new play Caledonia about Scotland's failed colony which I do remember learning about in school, an important reminder that, though we may have invented the telephone and the television, we can still be a bit rubbish at things like building empires and football. But that rant is for another time. Mrs Moneypenny said some naughty words and talked about her children as 'cost centres,' appropriate terminology for a financial expert. And the beautifully-coiffed Michael Zegarski knelt down on the stage in front of me and sang. I was on photo duty again today, and this gesture made for a gorgeous shot. He labels himself as a "singing actor" and is thus a very emotional performer. I've been meaning to go to Gillie Dhu for some time now, so tonight might be the night. In the meantime, we all prepare to say goodbye to Festival Café with in-house comedian Rob's last show commencing tomorrow at 1.15pm. We will also be saying a fond farewell to my fellow runners Fiona and Melanie, so though I'm looking forward to 1.15pm tomorrow, 2pm isn't looking so cheerful. What will we do with half the Festival Café runner team missing?! Sobbing over gooey muffins in the EICC café seems appropriate somehow."
The Brothers Streep
http://www.brothersstreep.com/
ThreeWeeks and Me: Chris Addison
Chris Addison
Avalon Promotions Ltd
Chris Addison laughs at you, laughs at himself and goes from naught to 60 in 0.0032 seconds without slipping up once. Well, he did slip up once, hence the crutches, but fear not: he delivers with childish energy and acerbic wit. This show is irritatingly intelligent but you know he’s right about many things. He is in-tune with human nature and culture, and has some cutting things to say about the general Ugg-wearing, sickeningly privileged populace, yet somehow manages to make his middle-class superiority work for rather than against him. His material ranges from chuckle-worthy to wipe-away-tears hysterical, displaying a talent for switching between venomous sarcasm and chicken impressions with seamless and relentless force. Killer wit, killer sarcasm, killer show.
Assembly @
tw rating 5/5
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ThreeWeeks and Me: Eric's Laws of the Land
Eric’s Laws Of The Land
Eric
Departing from his usual sea-themed tales, Laws of the Land is the result of several things about our culture niggling away at Eric’s patience. The premise of the show is this: what isn’t a law but should be? He invites you to sign the petition for his solutions, which include passing laws on obesity, stone-cladding, toilet seat angles and radio DJ vocabulary to make the world better. Using multimedia to illustrate his arguments, this feels more like a presentation than a routine, yet it seems unrehearsed and natural enough to be absorbing. The rough-round-the-edges approach puts you at ease; his slapdash style makes for refreshingly honest chat that is inoffensive, witty and will have you nodding your head in agreement.
Just The Tonic at The Caves, 5 - 29 Aug (not 17), 6.00pm (7.00pm), £4.00 - £5.00, fpp59
tw rating 3/5
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ThreeWeeks and Me: Toby Hadoke
Toby Hadoke – Now I Know My BBC
Toby Hadoke – Festival Highlights
Toby Hadoke is a lovely man who says lovely things about a fine British institution. He defends the BBC without shame, weaving descriptions of his favourite shows with anecdotes about his family, his first love and his various growing pains. His material is somewhat dated; references to 80s telly personalities sail above my head, but he does try to make it topical by comparison. And he knows his stuff. He can actually distinguish a serious actor from a member of the Hollyoaks cast for a start, a strong indication that he has good taste. This isn’t belly-laugh fare; it is understated and non-threatening at best, packing in a generous helping of giggles while remaining as safe as Auntie Beeb herself.
Underbelly, 5 – 29 Aug (not 18), 6.30pm, £6.00 - £10.00, fpp 133
tw rating 3/5
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ThreeWeeks and Me: Terry Alderton
Terry Alderton
CKP by Arrangement With Tim Payne
Terry Alderton is in one man many people. He is the Jack of all traits, wanting for none. This short show seems to last mere minutes as he rushes through impression after impression, imitating everything from comedians to helicopters to dogs chasing toffee. Some of his jokes work, some of them don’t, but like a true master of the stage he gets to know his audience (sometimes intimately as one gentleman in the front row found out) and find their funny-bone. His vocal abilities are astonishing and he has a talent for physical comedy to match; he is a human juke-box, beat-box and jack-in-the-box; he is an absolute pleasure to watch, even more so to listen to; he is unmissable.
Pleasance Dome, 4 - 30 Aug (not 16), 9.20pm (10.15pm), £5.00 - £10.50, fpp130
tw rating 5/5
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ThreeWeeks and Me: Stuart Goldsmith
Stuart Goldsmith: The Reasonable Man
CKP by Arrangement With Red Company
Everybody beware. Stuart Goldsmith has puppy-dog eyes. But unlike some comedians who would love you and leave you, he proves himself to be ideal-husband material by producing comedy that is consistently, dependably and utterly funny. Like potential husbands, I judge a comedian by their image and Goldsmith’s grey posters suggested this show might be little more than a dull first date. On the contrary, his understated front reflects a sense of humour that is clever and honest, without fuss or gimmick; he entices response without testing the reserved and clearly has a talent for warming up the timid. His puppy-dog eyes may lead you to a heavenly comic union and, fulfilling that promise, his stories will keep you there.
Pleasance Dome, 4 - 29 Aug (not 18), 7.30pm (8.25pm), £5.00 - £9.50, fpp127
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ThreeWeeks and Me: Strassman Duality
Foster Entertainment
Who says men can’t multitask? Ventriloquism is jolted into the twenty-first century as Jack Strassman (part man, part wizard) and Zach (part dummy, part Satan) argue, debate and entertain. This show wanders into some unusually dark territory as any stray subconscious would and some uncomfortable personal truths are reached, while the sense of “duality” in human nature makes for dynamic on-stage visuals as well as intense psychological subject matter. Strassman is at times acutely aware that ventriloquism is considered a lame novelty act, but this show proves he couldn’t be more wrong. We are essentially watching two performers and both interestingly switch roles, pushing the boundaries of the art form. And, make no mistake: it is definitely an art form.
Pleasance Courtyard, 4 - 30 Aug, 7.00pm (8.00pm), £5.00 - £15.00, fpp127
tw rating 4/5
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ThreeWeeks and Me: Quadrille
Quadrille
Moving Parts Theatre Group
‘Quadrille’ asks some difficult questions, but instead of treating topics such as religion, homosexuality, drugs and rape with intelligence and decorum, the play charges through them at lightning speed. Four people trapped in a surreal city space trying to piece together the night before is an original and exciting premise, but as traumatic events are unravelled, the actors struggle to cope with dramatic demands. Each character has a moment in which it is suggested they will finally develop into real people, but we are disappointed. The innovative set creates facets of the city economically and the cinematic descriptions of Edinburgh and these inhabitants are at times beautiful, but the play takes on too much, and cannot execute its exciting promise.
Diverse Attractions, 9 - 14 Aug, 7.00pm (8.00pm), £7.00 - £10.00, fpp281
tw rating 2/5
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ThreeWeeks and Me: James Sherwood
James Sherwood - One Man and His Piano
James Sherwood
Sherwood is a bright-eyed comic with great presence and warm confidence who really comes alive when tinkling his ivories. Like a musical David Mitchell, he is knowingly clever without being smug, but this mixture of straight stand up and stand up with musical accompaniment is hot and cold. I particularly enjoyed his Lib Dem disco and he can make up catchy songs in his dreams. Though he is a very able storyteller, his straight, unmelodic routines drag the show down; this part of the show just doesn’t share the same verve and pace that the music inevitably brings to the set. However, this is elegantly written and charmingly delivered, a very enjoyable way to spend and hour and fiver pounds.
The GRV, 6 - 29 Aug (not 23), 7.00pm (8.00pm), £5.00, fpp75
tw rating 3/5
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ThreeWeeks and Me: Chris Ramsey
Chris Ramsey: Aggrophobic
Avalon Promotions Ltd.
Chris Ramsey is a grinning Geordie with a side fringe. While these are all individually irritating traits, together they form a fast-rising star. His show is based on the premise that he is terrified of aggression in all its forms, yet he exudes confidence and self-awareness reminiscent of the Russells Kane and Howard. He can be as uncomfortable as wearing a tracksuit to a wedding, but is never ineffective like prune juice in uncomfortable situations (all will be explained). He has his rambling moments, but he manages to steer his thought train back on course just before I start compiling a grocery list in my head. This is a very strong Fringe debut; that big grin could get him places.
Pleasance Courtyard, 4 - 30 Aug, 8.30pm (9.30pm), £5.00 - £9.50, fpp45
tw rating 4/5
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ThreeWeeks and Me: Bob Doolally
Bob Doolally’s World Cup Balls
Bob Doolally/ The Stand Comedy Club
This show represents everything I hate about Scotland: alcoholism, misogyny and the dark side of the Beautiful Game. I love football and hoped that the ‘World Cup’ chat of the title would materialise quickly, but was instead made to endure an hour and a half that was, quite frankly, insulting. Doolally has a lax attitude to political correctness, uses the c-word more than is acceptable and when jokes were made about George Best’s second liver I knew he’d gone too far. Meanwhile, women are only mentioned when followed by cheap sexual innuendo, which may be ok in ‘Carry On’ films but is now just tired and offensive. The crowd seemed to like his jokes; I couldn’t find the punch line.
The Stand Comedy Club, 16 Aug, 7.45pm (9.20pm), £9.00 - £10.00, fpp35
tw rating 1/5
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ThreeWeeks and Me: Blood Brothers
Blood Brothers
The Lincoln Company
Some mothers do have ‘em. Both of ‘em as the case may be in Blood Brothers, a woeful tale of twins separated at birth and kept apart across the class divide. This kitchen-sink drama reminds us that we’ve never had it so good, or perhaps that some still don‘t. After a melodramatic start, the play really comes alive when the brothers appear. Their chemistry positively bubbles over and they handle the transition from childhood to adulthood superbly. The other strong principles have their shining moments (and some inventive things are done with dust bins) but the script lets them down. They aren’t magicians; they can’t pull a rabbit out of a hat if the hat is full of holes.
C too, 5 - 30 Aug (not 16) 6.15pm, £7.50 - £10.50, fpp232
tw rating 3/5
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ThreeWeeks and Me: Belt Up's Antigone
Belt Up’s Antigone
Belt Up Theatre
Roll up for Belt Up Theatre! They sing! They dance! They act! They also pat you on the back and welcome you as a guest to their humble and tatty abode as part of their unique brand of immersive theatre. Reinventing ‘Antigone’ in a magical setting, song and dance punctuates some passionate exchanges of dialogue and quiet monologues in a family tragedy where the gulf between obeying the law and doing what is right widens throughout. Strained relationships are beautifully conveyed and though the play is very disjointed and has no fast-paced plot to keep impatient guests happy, the abruptness of the conclusion took many by surprise. There will be tears! There will be laughter! Belt Up triumphs again.
C soco, 4 - 30 Aug (not 25), 9.00pm (10.15pm), £8.50 - £11.50, fpp 230
tw rating 4/5
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ThreeWeeks and Me: Andrew Clover
Andrew Clover: Love Rules
Andrew Clover
As a lover of love I wanted to be inspired, or at least instructed, by a show called ‘Love Rules’ but this badly-judged ‘comedy’ isn’t the show it promised to be. Cloves is a lively and charismatic performer but he talks mostly about marriage and fatherhood, alienating subject matter for a twenty-something single female. I felt a bit like a leper, denied membership to the Relationship Club for yet another fucking year and before I knew it I wanted a bottle of chardonnay desperately. I laughed a grand total of once, when some bloke was asked why his previous relationship failed and his current lady said “Because he went to prison”. Awkward and off-topic, there is no love here.
Pleasance Courtyard, 4 - 29 Aug (not 16), 6.00pm (7.00pm), £7.00 - £10.00, fpp 26
tw rating 2/5
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ThreeWeeks and Me: Anatomy Act
Anatomy Act
Negative Capability
Freddy Syborn and his Brain Chorus are looking for answers, but all they get is more questions. This is self-analysis for the Google generation. Exploring the workings of the mind and the universe, Anatomy Acts features searing emotional narratives flavoured with the comedy of self-depreciation and rude slapstick. The piece combines a scholarly fascination with words and a schoolboy obsession with tits but can at times feel like a lecture, yet the unwavering virtuosity of the cast prevents the play from losing focus as too many factual tangents threaten to spoil the broth. This ensemble of unique voices delivers Syborn’s magnificent, heart-felt and at times poetic confessions with great force, leaving you reeling from such uninhibited honesty.
C soco, 4 – 30 Aug, 18:40, £8.50 - £10.50, fpp 225
tw rating 4/5
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FRIDAY 13th AUG My Superstitious Showbiz Life, again, In No Particular Order
The Festival Comedy Café had some surprises up its sleeve today. Producer Rob warmed up the crowd (give the man a show!) and our guests settled down for what would be 45 minutes of big stars and big laughs. I was on camera duty today, one way of saying I got to watch the show from the prime location of the front row. Being the photographer, I could appreciate some of the finer details audiences at home would have missed out on. For example, presenter Janice (who celebrates her __th birthday today) looked fab in black dress complete with Mr T bling, while Blowers and Bly wore red and green socks respectively.
Learning that Alex Horne's first joke was "Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday. Those were the days...." was my personal highlight. Having mentioned in my previous post that I thought I had reading material for the summer covered, hearing Chris Brookmyre speak abouth is work makes my decision about what to read next a little bit harder.
I had to be reminded by Emma that Alan Cumming was in Spice World. This makes me a little bit more in awe of him than I was before and I am pleased to say that Flanders and Swann are my gnu (sic) guilty pleasure. With taxis booked, coffees delivered, guests happy and the show finished, I wonder what I am going to be doing with my weekend. Um...more shows?"
12th Aug - Mu Showzbiz Life (In No Particular Order)
"Today's Fact Part One: Frances Ruffelle is tiny in person. Today's Fact Part Two: stage managing is a big headache, especially when you get a double bass involved, and a headset that won't stay in one place. In other news, I haven't been able to finish a book in months and, after hearing him talk about it, I'm thinking Christos Tsiolkas's "The Slap" might just break this dry spell in my reading habits. The David Cassidy-loving cast of "Could It Be Forever" made me think of my first celebrity crush (it was, and still is, Elijah Wood - and I don't care what anyone thinks). Finally, every budding actor needs to see a show entitled "Naked, Live & Never Again: My Last Discourse on Dramatic Method," which is a lesson in the art of drama from Andrew Hawkin's creation Jack Treadwell. What a mix. Roll on Friday. "
16th Aug - My Showbiz Life: ALAN CUMMING!
"Something really cool has been brought to my attention. Alan Cumming's blog features the one and only Festival Café and I am the one at the side of the stage with a camera stuck to my face. Check it out. Pause it when he pans the camera and BOOM there I am. I wish I'd done a little dance instead. Instant fame and fortune via viral video could have been mine. I will also be featured more prominently on another of his video blogs as I WAS IN THE FRONT ROW OF HIS GIG LAST NIGHT. How I managed to score that, I'll never know. Today's show was another slice of good karma as I was wowed by our guests and their moving, uplifting and downright awesome contributions to today's brief 45 minutes. Remember to keep your ears peeled for tomorrow's show. This is all for now. Over and out. "
Alan's Blog:
http://www.alancumming.com/blog.php
BOOM BABY
10th Aug - My Showbiz Life: Festival Cafe Begins!
"The most nerve-wracking part of my job is being delegated the task of greeting a guest and having no clue what they look like. I was lucky today. Gordon Munro arrived in a sharp suit as Dick Cavett, and Grant Smeaton strutted in dressed as Bette Davis. I didn't have to approach strangers and ask hesitantly, "Good morning, Mr Smeaton...?" The little black dress spoke for itself and, unfairly, his make-up looked better than mine. Soon our comfy "green" room was filled with big characters, in reality and in spirit. We welcomed Ian Dury, as re-created by actor Mark White, and Britney Spears as sung by Aussie chanteuse, Ali McGregor. Kate Fox, the poet news reader, completed our line up of distinct voices. The show was as vibrant as Dury's lyrics, as impressive as McGregor's pitch, as slick as Cavett's toupee, and as witty as Fox's poems... But seriously, how quickly a short taster of a show on Clare English's couch can inspire - and going to see yet more shows based on Festival Café's recommendations is no hardship. The Festival Café is on air weekdays from 1.15pm live from Venue 150, the Edinburgh International Conference Centre. We're there till the 20th, so make sure you join us! There are good muffins too. How's that for a recommendation? "
Sunday, 18 July 2010
Saturday, 17 July 2010
My Saturday
Well, The Forsyte Saga is finished, so this is my new escapism. I have also always been interested (sort-of) in wedding planning and Audrey Hepburn, so my wasted afternoon's activities make perfect sense. I am not crazy. I promise.