Bad news for anyone confused by the recent flurry of blogs about fake Malcolm Hardee Cunning Stunt Award and connected events.
In a blog two days ago, I mentioned that last year’s winner, Becky Fury, had suddenly had her Free Fringe venue changed and was out-of-pocket to the tune of several hundred pounds for her Fringe Programme entry which now has a totally incorrect venue listed.She had originally been booked and confirmed in the cursed Fringe venue which used to be called Cowgatehead. Now she is going to be in the Black Market venue beside Waverley station.
But, I wrote, although the venue had changed, the show time had mercifully remained the same.
Two days is a long time in Free Fringe anarchy.
Now her show time has been changed – She has now been told she is in an earlier slot – 10.00pm in the Black Market, 6th-26th August.
She has had to have new flyers printed which, with luck, should arrive with her tonight.
But how to publicise the change?
Mmmm…. Where is the best place to publicise a show titled Molotov Cocktail Party?Last night Becky – a woman not without her own past experience of Class War – decided to go along to a demonstration in London which, somewhat appropriately, turned into a riot in which, according to this morning’s Independent, “Molotov cocktails, fireworks and bottles were hurled at police officers in Dalston, east London, and rudimentary road blocks were made and set on fire.”
“I went along with my little sign to this rally,” Becky told me innocently this morning. “Any publicity. Anarchy, chaos, Spirit of the Fringe.”
I know the Malcolm Hardee Awards are increasingly prestigious and her show is called Molotov Cocktail Party and she needs to get publicity for her venue and time change. But, even to me, this seems a tad excessive.
Enterprising, though. Definitely enterprising.Her publicity for this year’s show already carries the legend: “Double Malcolm Hardee Award-Winning Becky Fury”.
In truth, she only won the single increasingly-prestigious Cunning Stunt Award last year. But then some chums of Malcolm in some dodgy South-East London pub decided they were going to give her an award too and they would also call it a Malcolm Hardee Award.
So fair enough.
You can’t blame a Cunning Stunt award winner for being cunning, can you?
While I was finishing writing this blog, I got this email from Becky:
“John, could you put in your blog that I in no way condone graffiting FUCK THE POLICE or FUCK THE BANKS on Barclays’ window… as it is a cliché.
If they were going to spray anything, it should have been:
MOLOTOV COCKTAIL PARTY