Nocturnal Nibblings

Hello, it’s 2.02am and I can’t sleep as usual, my insomnia just gets worse as time goes by. Polly is sound asleep next to me, and Becky in the next room, Clark and Marina are out on the town, and having a few for me I hope.

Just wanted to add a few more events from the past few days.

We did indeed see Simon Amstell last night, at the Pleasance, he was by no means as laugh out loud funny as Mark Watson, but great all the same. Unfortunately, poor poor besotted Marina needed the loo urgently after the show, and shut the door, just as Simon came down the back stairs and rushed out…. she missed her golden moment! The one we had been preparing for days, where she asks him if she can be his official stalker, he agrees, and then they become best friends forever. O well, we will have to stalk him another night.

Today we were on the radio - EdFM at drive time, you know the one…. well at least we were on the air waves, even if only one lucky person tuned in to hear about what we wear under our boiler suits and an impromtu rendition of Boogie Woogie.

Polly forgot to mention that the show we are blessed to have on in the theatre after ours is High School Musical, and they can’t seem to keep their cast of twenty thousand children out of the space whilst we get our set off (we only have 5 mins to get the audience out and strike the set before they come in to set up their show), so Polly inadvertedly smashed one over the skull with a chair yesterday in the crush…. oops. That might teach them.

The few tears that were shed in the dressing room after the show today (a black day by all accounts) were soon dried with a few of our fave half price cocktails - and the flyering on the Royal Mile perked us up. Our balancing on bollards, in boiler suits chanting got us noticed, and we even roped in two young children to help flyer (who knows where the hell their parents were), but it got a bit hairy when the 6 year old burst in to tears cos her sister abandoned her - and I thought we were going to get done for child slave labour. The strange man in a denim skirt was most helpful and amid the abuse we got a few smiles, so it was well worth it.

Some of our posters in C Venue were replaced with ones advertising the party they are throwing there tonight - the theme? Chav. O the irony!

We are just waiting on a review from the British Theatre Guide so will let you know when that comes out. We have the Harrogate Theatre coming next week, and maybe even some audience members. Another Midnight Carousel tomorrow, god give us strength.

yumm, just found a stray chocolate hob nob on the kitchen table, nothing like a surprise biscuit at 2.21am.

O and, just as we were talking about how we desperately need the 500 pound deposit back from this flat we are renting, the bathroom cabinet fell off the wall and smashed….surely we deserve ONE good thing to happen now…???

Will try and get some sleep now and dream about that transfer to the Royal Court.

Night. Laura x