mostly david ephgrave

You know you’re overtired when you find yourself so drowsy from dozing that you speak to someone who isn’t there as you return to consciousness, loudly and confidently as if you were mid-conversation. “Yes”, I said to no-one in particular as I woke up from my brief snooze, proving that whatever it was I was just dreaming, I was very sure of it.   I’ve been feeling extremely shattered since returning from Edinburgh as the exhaustion of a month away catches up with me. as I write, I’m literally struggling to stay awake and should really just go to bed, though this probably wasn’t helped by the combination of a couple of glasses of wine I’ve had this evening and the medication I’m taking; either way, this paragraph has taken far more persistence than it really should have done and to what end? I sometimes have quite skewed priorities, though then again I’m probably just overdramatizing because of the tiredness; either way, my time would be...

It’s official: at time of going to press, I only have two Edinburgh shows left. It’s strange to finally be at a point on the calendar I almost never thought I’d reach. Many’s the time I’d look at the wall planner in Glyn’s and my office, scan my eyes over August and think I’d never get a show together in time for it, let alone reach the end of the run. It was the cause of fear, self-doubt and anxiety on and off from the moment I decided to go to Scotland to do my first solo Edinburgh run; now it’s nearly over, those feelings have been replaced with pride and even a little faith in my own ability - though like any performer, my insecurities haven’t left completely. In a strange way, as I’ve got more tired over the last week or so, my show's become more enjoyable. I play with the material a darn sight more than I did a few weeks back. Today was a case in point, when a slightly older, quieter contingent to the audience needed constant cajoling to ...