So I don’t know if this comes across in my rather spasmodic writings but I’m currently almost completely consumed by the show NIT WIT I’m creating for Edinburgh festival. I have never been this immersed in a project in the sense that I don’t really stop thinking about it – be it the writing, the design or the performance.
My desktop is a litter of half finished midnight ramblings transcribed from often baffling draft texts and non sequiturs. Behind it all is the real desire to have a show that deals with all of the things I have been trying to make funny in the last 5 or so years of writing comedy and sketches.
This is constantly framed be the requisite self doubt, the aching confusion and the awful insecurity; the relentless thoughts that maybe comedy isn’t what I should be doing. So I can’t help but feel a little deflated when all this self generated angst and head pounding comes up with this:-
Q: WHAT DO YOU GET IF YOU CROSS DRAGONS DEN WITH DEXY’S MIDNIGHT RUNNERS?