TODAY

Comedian’s in Edinburgh blog considerably about “what happened today”. Not a unique approach in the world of digital publishing but it has always mystified me a bit. Funny people flexing their banality muscle. Odd.


My turn.

I get up and wash off remnants of food, hair product etc. Some new food goes in next with some hot drinks of either type then out dorsy clothes are applied and bus gold is sourced. Then stairs, repetitive but reliable; objective – public transport with walking used as joiner. Time for daily curious face re: lady boys then wafts of nostalgia triggered by various corners (locations of past singing, shouting, falling). The stand is destination for play about shouting and Russians with Phil Nicol Bruce Morton and Jim Muir . Blood everywhere. Home next via paraphrasing to pick up digital controllers left on charge. Stage time come next details sketchy. Focus reduced by Hocus. Fuzzy memory leads to indistinct sleep. Stop. Repeat.

I missed you Edinburgh.

No I didn’t.