Now You Don't See It.
I don’t know what
it is that’s making just a single couple tend to turn up to see my show so
frequently but it happened again today, though this time they decided against
watching it on their own, which is completely understandable, and not something
I’d do myself anyway, other than yesterday when the gig started with one of my flyerers in too.
Unfortunately,
today ended up being another no-show day, which was a shame, but such is life
when you start at midday; a couple did come along, though they snuck off when
they realised they were the only ones and who can blame them; not that I would
have performed the show to just the two of them as it would have been too
intense.
Once I’d packed
down my gear I nipped home for a shower and then on to the station to meet my
wife, who’s up until Sunday. The route to the station was packed with the usual
dawdlers with no spacial awareness who spread out across the pavement when
you’re trying to sneak past, or stand on both sides of the escalator. My
tolerance for this sort of thing is low at the best of the times, but is
magnified against the backdrop of the Fringe where you’re always trying to get
somewhere a little further away than you’d like in next- to-no time; at least I
knew I’d see my wife at the end of the aggravating journey.
We popped into
the lovely café Levels that I frequented reqularly last year for a quick cup of
tea before heading back to the digs and then on to Assembly to see my friend
Glen’s show (which was a lot of fun). Now I’m unfeasibly more knackered so I should go to bed or I'll never catch up on myself...