Edinburgh Fringe Day 6 (11 Cards Left)

        I've had five shows now, they've all been good and the three days of the long weekend were full houses which was fucking fantastic. Yesterday's show was tougher, people were tired I think, but I made good money on the bucket and sold some books... I'm waiting for the wall to hit, I'm trying to be careful with myself to some extent, but I did go out last night and ended the night making love in a hostel shower (that's right LOVE) until just before sunrise, before being kicked out of the bunk bed at check out time to wander blearily back to my own place to explain myself. I don't have a private room where I'm staying you see, so the cubicle had to suffice. Is it tasteless to write about that right now? I don't know, I had a really lovely time with that person yesterday, and although they've left the city my good spirits remain. I fucking love this festival.

GBK Edinburgh

        I'm sitting at one of the round tables near the window now, still inside because while it is sunny, the outside spots were all taken – no doubt BECAUSE it is sunny, oh such sharp insight!
        My laptop's keyboard is really pissing me off with ever-changing dead spots and stubborn keys, and due too the fact that I'm reviewing this GBK for the second time and don't have a lot of new material to work with, that's going to affect the score. Decor/Vibes: 3.5

        I was served by a different person to Friday which was a relief because I didn't want to get recognised on my first return visit, but the girl from Friday is here, so I guess she works a lot. I'm going to have to face her at some point. They seem to be taking their jobs semi-seriously as well, which is worrying for my goal of getting free lunch every visit with my stack of vouchers. Still, nice enough, she didn't come to my table a million times with the same question which was refreshing, and it's her birthday on the weekend, so good for her. Staff: 4

        The grilled chicken burger was good, but a bit burnt on the top which made it tough to chew in certain places – the burnt part actually tricked me for a second into thinking there was a bit of bacon in there, but there absolutely was not, it was just a hard little chicken thingo. Also FUCK the Sririacha Mayo cost me fucking MONEY this time, which was bullshit. Actually yeah, fuck that, £1.25 what the fuck, for a little tub of mayo. Nah, not happy. Food: 2

        I don't need to go to the toilet now which is a first, but I'm still pissed about the mayo, what the fuck man. £1.25 SERIOUSLY?! Nope. Nope nope nope not at all. Toilets: 2

        The day is going well, I feel a little tired in the eyes, but I'm about to go and watch Pete Johansson and then catch up with the Big Boy himself Darren Harriott for a beer before we both do Laugh Train Home at 8:45. I'm hoping the show last night was a blip, the audience numbers were still good and to be honest I was very proud of the way I performed and pushed through it, but it did expose places in the show where I need a couple of stronger jokes to sure up audience confidence going into the final stretch. I don't want to be doing that shit where you dip out of the story to slip in some gear from club sets, that's lazy and it's not how you make a good show. The jokes need to be about the story, and the story is about living with a conman – as much as I might want to tell the carrot in my butt story, it's just not relevant. Final Score: 4