Day three (Monday 8th August 2011)

Day three (Monday 8th August 2011)

Show 3
Audience – 20
Money – £14.85
Fanzines sold – 4
Walkouts – 0

I know this is going to be a good show when the words ‘Kelsall, Tarporley and Tarvin’ get laughs in Antonia’s opening narration. It turns out we have a group of early 20 something Kelsallites in who have travelled over from Glasgow for the day. It seems implausible to me that there should be anyone from Kelsall at the Edinburgh Fringe. I mean the Kelsall Steam Rally maybe...but the Edinburgh Fringe really...am I Amstelling them? So it seems that I am. Anyway this would be the first of many shows in which a youthful crowd laugh at lots of the jokes but put comparatively little in the bucket. This is in comparison to the stoic but affluent older crowds give little in terms of laughs but are comparatively generous with their bucket contributions. It’s a good transition audience for us, as it contains none of our friends but is extremely onside. For the first time I’m pretty relaxed about the Lumpman Joe ending.

Tone and I head off to watch 1201 objects. I have no actual idea of what the show is going to be about, which is a pleasantly refreshing state of affairs. The play is about the world’s most famous amnesiac and is introduced by the voice of one of the doctors who has worked with him. It’s a fascinating insight into how the brain works. Apparently there’s a sea horse-shaped part of the brain, which controls memory and this can be removed. The set has an MRI scan vibe to it and is really innovative. The only thing that lets that show down is the acting, which is a bit actory and false.

1201 Objects review

Theme    4.5
Script    3.25
Directing    4.5
Acting        3.75
Sexiness    2.5
Overall         3.7

We bump into Tone’s friend Jonathan and have a quick chat about sword fencing. We then go shopping and head back to basecamp to make some kind of huge sausage risotto. It’s a bit watery  much to Tone’s dismay. I can tell that Weaver maybe on the turn when he tries to hit me over the head with a strongbow box, let’s hope his feet hold up otherwise the moaning will begin. Rather than go into town we go to one of Scotland’s oldest pubs – the Sheeps Heid. It’s very nice with a vast array of taxidermy which would put even some of Hackney’s most hipster pubs to shame. Weave however, is unimpressed and gives the decor a 2.

Sheep’s heid review
Decor    4.35
Atmos    3.8
Booze    3.7
Clientele    2.75
Bar staff    3.75
Overall    3.67