I pity the poor Prime Minister.
Well, maybe “poor” is not the correct word.
But David Cameron was off abroad having a holiday and got dragged back to London because riots were going on.
Then he’s having a holiday in Cornwall and he gets dragged back to London because the Libyan rebels have taken Tripoli.
Totally unnecessary. This is the 21st century. You don’t need to be in any particular place to sort things out. Yesterday, when we were supposed to draw up a shortlist for the Malcolm Hardee Comedy Awards at the Edinburgh Fringe – just as important as Libya, I would argue – one of the judges had been dragged back to London to interview someone-or-other; and another was stuck in the wrong part of Edinburgh. But it was simple enough to communicate with each other. And we all half-had ideas from e-mails and accidental meetings in the previous two weeks anyway.
It is all a bit vague. It is the fourth week of the Fringe – or Week Three as it is officially called to maintain the spirit of the Fringe.
Fringeitis has kicked in – a long recognised and largely unavoidable ailment that affects the throats of performers and the brains of hangers-on like me.
Last night, at the second Malcolm Hardee Debate (“Racist or sexist jokes? It doesn’t matter if they’re funny!”) we only had three instead of four participants.
Rab C.Nesbitt creator Ian Pattison had buggered his back in Glasgow and could not make it to Edinburgh.
Viz magazine creator Simon Donald had ‘Fringe throat’, that long-recognised Edinburgh ailment. As did Hardeep Singh Kohli, who had a spoon and a bottle of medicine in his top pocket to ease the throat.
Topping them both, Maureen Younger had been bitten twice by some dodgy Scots beastie (clearly neither cow’rin nor tim’rous) on the back of her left leg, behind the knee, so she was filled with anti-histamines and feeling woozy.
None of this was visible on stage, of course. They bubbled and entertained and appeared on top form. Ah! the joys of performance!
I am not in any way a performer, so two nights on the trot on a stage did not fill me with the post-show adrenaline that performers sometimes have. I just felt shagged-out and my brain switched off immediately afterwards.
This could explain why, when two people approached me separately after the shows – one saying he liked this blog and one saying we had been Facebook friends twice (no, I don’t know either) I did not chat at length. Indeed, not at all. I got distracted by other things happening at the end of the show. Oh lord. I do apologise to them.
Fringeitis affects performers’ throats but my brain.
As for the Malcolm Hardee Awards, we nominated thus:
MALCOLM HARDEE AWARD FOR COMIC ORIGINALITY
Doctor Brown for oddness beyond necessity and comedy beyond reason
James Hamilton as the odd writer, producer, director, actor and creator of Casual Violence
Bob Slayer for going beyond OTT into uncharted areas of comedy excess
Johnny Sorrow for simply being a bizarre act Malcolm Hardee would have loved
CUNNING STUNT AWARD (for best Fringe publicity stunt)
Tim FitzHigham for breaking multiple bones and damaging bone marrow to pursue comedy
Kunt and the Gang for pushing his sticky penis stunt way beyond what seemed possible
Sanderson Jones for selling all his show tickets only to people he himself has met
ACT MOST LIKELY TO MAKE A MILLION QUID AWARD
Benet Brandtreth – if he doesn’t make a million on stage, he’ll make it as a lawyer
Josh Widdicombe – possibly the new Michael McIntyre
The shortlist was reported in various media, possibly helped by the fact I put in brief quotes after the acts. Doing that means the press can lift the quotes without having to think anything up. The phrase “for oddness beyond necessity and comedy beyond reason” proved particularly attractive.
The media reporting the Malcolm Hardee Awards shortlist yesterday included BBC News online, which referred to one of the performers as “The act, which we will call KATG”
Kunt and the Gang is going to have problems with that name. The Fringe Society apparently told him that they would only print the name of the act and the show in the Fringe Programme if he put an umlaut over the ‘u’ in Kunt.
That is the least of Kunt’s problems. A press release from his promoters this morning was headed:
AWARD NOMINATION COULD COST COMEDIAN (KATG) THOUSANDS OF £££
It is not really my/our fault…!
Edinburgh Council is still threatening him with a £3,000 fine if any more ‘cock stickers’ appear on other shows’ posters.
One agent sent him an invoice for a four-figure sum for damage to one Scottish act’s posters with the mild threat: “I would also recommend this invoice is paid immediately and discreetly as if it is not I will make my actions known to all the other producers affected and you can then expect a lot more of these and some from people who will be far more forceful that I will be thru the law in order to recoup.”
In reply, Kunt’s admirable PR people say he will “happily reveal the name of the Comedy Agent and send you a copy of the Comedy Invoice in return for a donation to the Cock Aid appeal. Details on request.”
There is also the unreported fact that one prominent London-based promoter has made physical threats of “sending the boys in” to sort out Kunt. And it is not even the one promoter you might assume would say this.
Various acts are now, to show support to Kunt, wearing cock stickers. I am particularly impressed by the one sported by Frank Sanazi.
At the time of writing this, the Third Reich’s favourite crooner is in London performing pre-booked gigs but he will be returning to Edinburgh on Friday, solely to appear in the highly-prestigious Malcolm Hardee Awards Show.
The Malcolm Hardee Awards Show is 10.00pm to midnight in the ballroom of The Counting House as part of the Laughing Horse Free Festival – no tickets, free admission – Friday 26th August.
The Edinburgh Fringe is about shameless promotion.
Now I had better prepare for the two days of spaghetti-juggling events I perhaps foolishly decided to put on outdoors Outside the Beehive Inn in the Grassmarket… 6.15-7.00pm tonight and tomorrow…
It is looking like it might rain…