Day One: Make Faces, Not War
Team CL had an emotional reunion in the arrivals lounge of Edinburgh airport, where, much to Sharon's surprise, she got off the airplane in one piece, and not dead and/or hysterical as previously expected. Our flat is a beauty and a marvel to behold, sitting as it does with a great view of Arthurs Seat, and placed equidistant from the Pod, the Pleasance and the Gilded Balloon. We will be living here in August forever more.
We're also a hop, skip and small jump away from the Tesco on Clerk Street, and every time we've been in so far we've spotted some Lounge Favourites. This therefore will start a new feature of this year's Festival coverage: spotted in Tescos. In the margin on the right hand side, we will be keeping a track of who we've seen and when. For scientific reasons. Enjoy.
We decided to start ourselves in gently yesterday, and went to see shows we were fairly confident would pretty much rock. We lost our 2004 Fringe cherries in Jeremy Lion's Birthday Party, where we both threatened to tell Uncle Jeremy that it was the other's birthday, but lost out to a poor unfortunate called Kerry. Jeremy's son Baxter and Kerry were therefore the centre of the show, and we'll be recommending this highly as soon as we get around to writing the review.
Next up was Richard Keith Herring's 12 Tasks, which was held in the newest venue, Pod Deco. It's a really nice venue, looking surprisingly similar to the cinema it used to be. The show was great, even if Richard Keith lost his place a couple of times, and the 12 tasks flew by. We'd particularly like to thank the ignorant idiot who kept up a stupid running commentary throughout the show and occasionally shouted up unhelpful suggestions to Rich, but just quiet enough that Rich couldn't hear it. The audience also held lovely Ben Moor and super Stewart Lee, so we had a quiet moment to celebrate Lee and Herring being in the same room together.
Finally we enrolled in Gary Le Strange's Face Academy and became Face Cadets, sitting as we were in the front row. We had presumed that since we knew Gary's alter ego, Waen Shepherd, that he probably wouldn't pick on us. We were wrong. Having tried unsuccessfully to engage Sharon in conversation (she apparently has no answer to the question "who's your favourite philosopher?"), he took some time out to scream some choice lyrics in Susan's face. We cried laughing. It's a brilliant show. We'll be back again and again, and Face Academy the album is already irritating our neighbours as we play it 24/7.
We wandered over to the Brooks Bar for a quick drink, just one for the road before retiring sensibly early, but ended up getting sucked in to playing pool with two thirds of The Trap. For the record, after approximately 1 hour 10 minutes, Team Susan and Dan beat Team Sharon and Paul, although we contend that it was all just a fluke, and there will be a rematch in the future.
Finally, setting a terrifying precedent that doesn't bode well for the future of the CL livers, we were the last people to leave the Brooks Bar at 4 this morning, walking slightly behind Topping and Butch. We therefore win the first round of Alcoholics 2004. Bring on the rest of the month.
We're also a hop, skip and small jump away from the Tesco on Clerk Street, and every time we've been in so far we've spotted some Lounge Favourites. This therefore will start a new feature of this year's Festival coverage: spotted in Tescos. In the margin on the right hand side, we will be keeping a track of who we've seen and when. For scientific reasons. Enjoy.
We decided to start ourselves in gently yesterday, and went to see shows we were fairly confident would pretty much rock. We lost our 2004 Fringe cherries in Jeremy Lion's Birthday Party, where we both threatened to tell Uncle Jeremy that it was the other's birthday, but lost out to a poor unfortunate called Kerry. Jeremy's son Baxter and Kerry were therefore the centre of the show, and we'll be recommending this highly as soon as we get around to writing the review.
Next up was Richard Keith Herring's 12 Tasks, which was held in the newest venue, Pod Deco. It's a really nice venue, looking surprisingly similar to the cinema it used to be. The show was great, even if Richard Keith lost his place a couple of times, and the 12 tasks flew by. We'd particularly like to thank the ignorant idiot who kept up a stupid running commentary throughout the show and occasionally shouted up unhelpful suggestions to Rich, but just quiet enough that Rich couldn't hear it. The audience also held lovely Ben Moor and super Stewart Lee, so we had a quiet moment to celebrate Lee and Herring being in the same room together.
Finally we enrolled in Gary Le Strange's Face Academy and became Face Cadets, sitting as we were in the front row. We had presumed that since we knew Gary's alter ego, Waen Shepherd, that he probably wouldn't pick on us. We were wrong. Having tried unsuccessfully to engage Sharon in conversation (she apparently has no answer to the question "who's your favourite philosopher?"), he took some time out to scream some choice lyrics in Susan's face. We cried laughing. It's a brilliant show. We'll be back again and again, and Face Academy the album is already irritating our neighbours as we play it 24/7.
We wandered over to the Brooks Bar for a quick drink, just one for the road before retiring sensibly early, but ended up getting sucked in to playing pool with two thirds of The Trap. For the record, after approximately 1 hour 10 minutes, Team Susan and Dan beat Team Sharon and Paul, although we contend that it was all just a fluke, and there will be a rematch in the future.
Finally, setting a terrifying precedent that doesn't bode well for the future of the CL livers, we were the last people to leave the Brooks Bar at 4 this morning, walking slightly behind Topping and Butch. We therefore win the first round of Alcoholics 2004. Bring on the rest of the month.
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