Edinburgh Blog – Day 17 – August 17th
“Oh, you’ve already seen it”
Nothing to review today, picking back up the schedule in the next few days, so another long lie in. Went to see Ed Byrne (Pleasance Grand, 21:50) (you know, the cheeky Irish chappy that did the Carphone Warehouse ads… who the hell calls them car-phones anymore anyways). His show was fairly middling – funny jokes but nothing special. He did have a great idea though, that while the set-up for a joke, was pretty clever in and of itself. The idea was that people should go out and buy headphone splitters, then when on public transport, listening to their iPods, they wave the splitter at another likewise occupied passenger. If they get the nod, they put the splitter into their iPod and play you a song. Then you put it into yours and play them a song. You don’t talk to the other person, but you connect through the music. I’ve had similar thoughts myself before so I really liked this, am writing it here to do my bit for spreading the idea around.
I also had two rather interesting flyering experiences, one from a cute girl flyering Jarred Christmas’ show, which meant for the first time this festival I was able to use the ‘I’ve already seen the show’ line and genuinely mean it. The second was some girl coming up to me and serenading me with a song about me, as I apparently looked a little miserable (actually: tired) – can’t even remember what the show was but I have to commend the effort.
Also spoke briefly to Pops (Adam) who is up for a few days, though he was just headed into a show as I caught him. After this went for a few drinks with Andy and three American people he’d got talking to – students, two men, one girl. Apparently he’d accidently kicked her in the head the previous night then rejected her advances or something. I think she’s very pretty but in that 5ft-tall-and-I-have-a-thing-for-short-women sort of way so the reactions of more normal people will be less predictable. First we went to the Hollyrood, then the Underbelly and then they went off to find a club to go to. I didn’t, as had left my earplugs at home and didn’t fancy having tinitus for the rest of the festival. She was hot, but not risk-my-hearing-hot.
During this time the rain had finally broken well and truly and it was a cold and miserable walk back home, being soaked by the end of it. On reflection, I should have got a taxi. Plus I can’t figure out how to make the heaters in the flat work.