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Edinburgh Blog: Friday Night...

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

At the back of my mind I knew it was all too good to be true. A week into the festival and the crowds had been much bigger than expected, the reviews great, and most importantly people really seemed to be digging the show.

 

If it kept going this way I was convinced pretty soon I would be driving around in a gold car, living in a fur house, and collecting so many awards I could use them to play chess.

 

And then came Friday night.

 

I knew it was going to be a crappy day the minute I woke up and it was raining so hard there was an old guy at the end of Grass Market loading animals onto a boat two-by-two.

 

And all day the rain just continued to piss down, little did I know it was washing away my dreams.

 

By the time I needed to get ready to go to my show the streets were so flooded I had decided that Edinburgh had made a major mistake putting in trams, and instead should have saved the money and invested in gondolas.

 

But it turned out the conditions outside were nothing compared to the dampness of the audience inside the room.

 

For the first twenty minutes of the show they literally just stared at me. Thoughts that previously thousands of people had agreed were jokes turned out to be nothing more than sentences.

 

Goodbye gold car. Farewell fur house. Au revoir awards.

 

So what goes through your head at that stage? Well for me it was simple. All I could think is why didn’t I try harder at something at Uni? Why oh why didn’t I learn to build something?

 

At one point I was honestly having a conversation with myself in my head about how I should go into comedy administration, that way I would still get to be around the industry I loved.

 

I could produce shows, or direct them, or even just flyer for them. And people would be like: “That’s Wil Anderson… you know he used to dabble in stand-up himself!”

 

And then it happened. The laughter came.

 

Much like the earlier rain- gently at first, but then more and more as the grey clouds broke and it pissed down as they pissed themselves. They were back, and so was I… now does anyone know where I can buy a gold car?


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