Creative life can be very confusing.
This Saturday, Jo Burke is performing her Edinburgh Fringe show iScream at the Museum of Comedy in London.
And her book iScream is on sale.
“Is the show based on the book?” I asked. “Or is the book based on the show?”
“The show is not based on the book at all.” Jo told me. “It’s just got excerpts, because it’s based on my life in general. The book is just about my dating experiences. When I started writing iScream, it wasn’t called iScream – neither the book nor the show. It kind of all came about by accident.”
“Is there going to be a sequel?” I asked. “To either the book or the show?”
“I was thinking of doing another show solely based on the book, because people seem to like the book bits in the show.”
“You could call it Burke’s Lore,” I suggested, “though no-one remembers the Burke’s Law TV series.”
“Or Burke’s Peerage,” suggested Jo.
“With you peering into something?”
“And a second book?” I asked.
“I bought 100 ISBN barcodes.”
“One down. Just 99 to go,” I said. “So a sequel to the iScream dating book?”
“Not unless the public demand one!” Jo laughed. “I don’t think so. It was a very personal book. I think I’ve already over-shared in that one, frankly.”
“Over-shared?” I asked.
“There’s quite a lot of personal information in there.”
“So which page is the filth on?” I asked.
“It’s not filth! It’s quite deep and thoughtful and challenging. I think it’s a 21st century Bridget Jones. But she was fiction and posh. And Jo Burke is fact and poor – which is an entirely different point of view that’s hardly ever heard nowadays – a poor working class voice. And it’s not as fluffy as Bridget Jones. It’s got some depth to it that Bridget Jones definitely doesn’t have at all.”
“I saw you being grabbed by someone in the street in Edinburgh,” I said, “wanting you to sign the book. Who was he?”
“No idea. He looked like James Corden, but wasn’t. I had just finished my show and gone for a drink with my accountant and – this is how well my accountant knows me – I offered to buy him a drink and he said: No, no. I should buy you one… You know you’re in trouble when your accountant won’t let you buy a drink.
“I was signing a lot of books after my shows and most people wanted me to put their name in it – To Whoever… but this one guy went: Oh no, don’t personalise it – It’ll be worth more on eBay. I thought he was joking and he really wasn’t.
“My room was packed every day. I don’t know where they came from. On the first Sunday, I was expecting to come out to a room of four people and it was packed, with people standing. It threw me. you don’t expect that in Edinburgh. Not me.”
I reminded her: “When the bloke in the street in Edinburgh wanted you to sign his copy of the book, it was by a DeLorean car that Nathan Cassidy was using to plug his Back To The Future shows. Perhaps the bloke had come back from the future to get your autograph, knowing you are going to be very, very famous in a few years time.”
Jo shrugged. “I just think the image really works.”