Tales from the streets (in which I poke Simon Amstell in the face)

Sorry it's been a bit quiet on the blog over the last few few days. We're having a great time but the Festival Fatigue is kicking in...


festival fatigue n.
Combination of exhilaration and exhaustion, induced by little sleep and much excitement. Can be a product of working too hard or partying too hard or partying too hard once you've finally finished work for the day. Not to be confused with 'fatigue' which is generally a bad thing. Symptoms of festival fatigue include facial contortions caused by smiling and yawning at the same time.


In the meantime we're (still) flyering hard and I have some amusing moments to share.

Top three 'Street Team' anecdotes:

1) I'm flyering a couple who seem really interested in the show. 'Where is it?', they ask. 'Pleasance Two!', I exclaim and point rather over-excitedly behind me, poking a man directly in the face. It is Simon Amstell. (He's quite nice, if mildly sarcastic about the whole thing.)

2) I'm flyering two teenagers who seem moderately interested in the show. At one point they interrupt me to point out that it's my job to sound enthusiastic so they don't believe anything I say. I start gushing about how great I really do think Hugh Hughes is and they interrupt me again to tell me I sound sycophantic.

3) I'm flyering a man with two sons. Conversation as follows:

Father: Sounds interesting. Is it suitable for these two?
Me: Yes, absolutely.
Father: So there's no tits or fannies in it?
Me: Um... no. It's not really that kind of show.
Father: Oh, OK. Because I have two thirteen year old boys with me, so if you'd said there were tits and fannies in it, they'd have probably become a lot more enthusiastic. It sounds good though, maybe we'll come along.
Me: Great, see you there.
Son 1: Dad, when are we meeting Mum and the knobs?
Father: They're not 'knobs', they're your younger siblings.