Edinburgh Fringe Day 8 (10 Cards Left)

        So my 6th show, the day that I wrote the last entry in here, was fucking HORRENDOUS!! Oh my god, one of the worst shows I've ever fucking done, and to be fair it was all my fault for letting six drunken British Lads into my show. Last night was better, and I feel like I'm back on the horse now which is nice – I've been using that phrase a lot too, “back on the horse”, it's a weird one, but everyone seems to know what I'm talking about, so it's been slipping by un-commented-on.

GBK Edinburgh

        Every time I write that bold “GBK Edinburgh” again in these reviews, I imagine a heavy booming sort of sound effect, like the start of an episode of Law and Order, reminiscent of a cell door slamming shut. “Here we are again, no escape.” In 2015 when Phil and I went to Roskilde, I remember lying awake as the Danish summer sun bore down at 6am, drifting in and out of fitful, mareish sleep and somewhere hearing a voice playing over someone's speakers:
        “Day 1: Welcome to Festival, it begins.
        Day 2: Ready yourself.
        Day 3: Grab your weapons and prepare to fight.
        …
        Day 5: No Escape. No Way Out.”

        I had no idea what the voice had come from, but it knew exactly how I felt. Roskilde is an eight-day festival, and I felt like that on the morning of Day 6. Edinburgh is 25 days, and today is Day 8. Decor: 3

        My plan if someone from this place asks me why/how I have so many free lunch cards is to tell them that my friend runs a big Instagram account and GBK HQ asked her to take a bunch of pictures of food for them and paid her in coupons. It's a lie, but I do have a friend who runs an Insta account called @thetravellingcars who has exactly those kinds of offers from places all the time, when we caught up in London last year we got £100 of free stuff from Leon for exactly that reason. Staff: 3

        I feel a little full at the moment. Food: 3

        Is that pressure in my bowels from food escaping, or is it just a bit of nerves about flyering this afternoon and questioning whether people will come to my show tonight? My eyes feel tired, I'm sure there are bags underneath them. The toilets will be a good place to check. I'd write this after I go, but my laptop has 10% battery, and I don't want to push my luck. Toilets: 3

        Surely my next visit here will be the one when I finally get questioned about the cards, we're on three since last Friday now, and it's currently Thursday. I'll probably come again tomorrow, just to really see how things are going to pan out. I'm still having fun, lots of it. Sriracha Mayo was also still £1.25. Fucking Scotland. Final Score: 3