To say yesterday
was exhausting would be an epic understatement.
The day started
with me checking out of my temporary accommodation in a youth hostel (I’m not
sure the first word is still applicable to me), leaving my luggage
there to go and meet one of my new flyerers for this year.
The best way to
describe the hostel is “functional”. It was made up a series of mini-flats in a
typically many-floored Edinburgh building, with me staying in the
forebodingly named Flat 13 at the top of eight (count them: eight) floors. As I
walked towards the entrance, one of the people who worked at the hostel asked
if I’d like a hand with my luggage, which I politely declined like a typical
Brit. It was about five floors in that I knew I’d made a mistake; note to self:
next time, say “Yes”.
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| "Cosy." |
I arrived at City
Café at midday to meet my new flyerer Cameron, who’s a nice chap and very
keen. It’s so important to have people you can trust flyering for you,
particularly when working alone, as there just isn’t time to do it yourself
when your show’s tech heavy and starts at midday.
While I was
waiting for him to arrive I received an email from the letting agent I’d booked
my digs through to say my keys were ready to pick up. This was a stroke of good
luck, as they weren’t meant to be available until between 4- 6pm, which would
have given me little time to pick up the equipment I’d had shipped to
the Parcelforce depot on the outskirts of town and get it back before
my tech rehearsal at the venue at 6pm.
The Parcelforce
delivery is an adventure in itself that I should have started the blog with.
It was on sitting down for breakfast at a café on Grassmarket that I
checked my email to find a perplexed message from my Optical Manager friend
Stephen. I’m sure he won’t mind me posting it, so here it is (click on it to enlarge):
Like Steve, I was
completely perplexed. We’d briefly discussed the idea of having my equipment
shipped to the Edinburgh branch of the opticians he works for to give me a more
flexible window to pick it up, but decided against it in the end; other
than the fact I had the same suitcase sent to his shop in Hitchin at the end of
last year’s run, there was no reason for him to be involved in it.
I phoned the
depot to be told two of the three packages I’d had sent up had already been
signed for and collected - they hadn’t - and the other one - a suitcase
containing my projector and leads - was nowhere to be seen. It was thanks to
the commitment of one of the people at the depot (thank you Margaret, you
legend) that it was eventually tracked down. She’d found a suitcase with no
labels on it, save a tiny sticker I’d attached to the bottom before sending it
back to Hitchin last year with Steve’s name and the name of the company he
works for. Margaret Googled his name, found where he worked and phoned the store to
ask if the suitcase was his, hence the confusion. If it weren’t for her looking him up, I
would have lost half of my gear.
(Why it was
label-less is up for debate, as it was Parcelforce who attached the labels
themselves, but at least it worked out in the end, though I wouldn’t
sooner have done without the before-breakfast panic.)
Anyway, where was
I? Oh yes: KEYS. After I’d finished my meeting with Cameron, I
walked to Waverley Station to flag down a taxi for a whistle-stop tour of the
city taking in the letting agents’, the depot out of town (to pick up my gear)
and then my digs off the Royal Mile. The driver was
interested in how taking a show to the Fringe works and was shocked at the
expense of it. I offered him some comps, so our
paths may cross again.
I arrived at the
digs, left my equipment at the foot of the stairs - it’s another multi-storey
building - then walked back to the hostel to collect my luggage and drag it
back to my flat. I then had about an hour to spare before I was due to meet my
technician (another nice guy: Michael) and then walk the equipment to the
venue, which took two trips; by the end of August, I’ll have thighs of steel.
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| Me, on a banner outside the venue; call me Canvas Face. |
The tech was
frenetic, as the venue had only just been set up. There was no time to run the
show (which I’d expected), but it was nice to at least get in the space. We
finished at 7pm and I said goodbye to Michael to discover all the flyers I’d
had delivered to the venue had to be struck by
7pm, so they could finish setting things up. I’d taken an empty suitcase
with me anticipating this, but had underestimated how many 7500 A6 flyers and
100 A3 posters were. It took two trips to get them back to the digs on my own,
by the end of which I’d lost the will to live. I then went to the supermarket
to buy food, which I didn’t sit down to eat until 10pm...and I still
hadn’t had the chance to run my show yet.
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| A third of the flyers I carried back by myself. |
This morning
started with me downloading the secret video clip I’m ending the show with (more on
that in the days to come) and the software required to boost the audio for it.
I then had a shower and some breakfast, before walking to the venue to set up
for my first show at midday. This ended up being pulled due to no turnout, which was a blessing in disguise as it gave me the chance to do a run
in the space. I did it to no response from the two techies in the
room, which would have been dispiriting if it weren’t for
the fact they were there to do their job and not be an audience, but despite
this I came out the other end feeling more confident. I’m going to
need to make cuts to the set, but it’s starting to feel like a show with its own
identity instead of a load of disparate material. All it needs now is an
audience; fingers crossed I get one tomorrow. Now, forgive me while I book
myself a spa break.