I should really write a really funny entry. It aint gonna to happen. In part because of my god awful hangover, and part because I have an overwhelming desire to say thank you, and thanks should be delivered with firm handshakes and a sincere look.

To everyone who made our pilot happen. Thank you. Thank you so very very much. For sheer fear of missing anyone out I won’t write the list of names, as distinguished as it is long.

There is, however, one person we really can’t thank enough, and that’s Rab, the show’s producer. A genuinely modest man who doesn’t receive thanks without thanking you back immediately after. A truly fantastic individual with what American teenagers call “skills” awesome "Skills". Thank you Mr Rab. Thank you very much.

A few of the clips are now up on myspace.... go have a look. They’re on our profile

http://www.myspace.com/blowoutcomedy

I feel trapped, curled up into a ball that doesn’t seem to be small enough and I’m in constant pain. The thick walls seem to be closing in on me and I panic often, scrambling about in darkness. I’m too big for this enclosure and my very presence inside it is causing me to question all sorts of things. How did I get here? How do I get out? What does the outside world look like and how will I cope if I ever reach it? I’m scared, trapped and alone – doomed to be here forever unless I find the strength to break free or some kindly soul does it for me. In the meantime, I wait for an end to my unbearable suffering.

And that’s me in a nutshell.

Labels: introduction

So that’s me back home now. I say home; I haven’t really had a proper home since November. I am back in London though which I intend to call home, if it will have me and I’m sure it will. Not that I’m rejecting Scotland, I’m just seeing what the bigger smoke has to offer. Scotland had me in a friendly headlock for ten years and I will always miss my friends, the air, the water, the rent, the space blah blah blah.

It is a relief to not have to do another show tomorrow; at least I think it is. Will & Greg has occupied my waking hours for at least the last two months. I suspect switching off will be harder than easy. Not that we are switching off per se – we hope to tour the live show at some point in the future and the TV show “THE INCREDIBLE WILL AND GREG” transmits on channel 4 late Sunday 31st Aug, so that’s pretty exciting (and terrifying).

Had some insider information given to be about the .if comedies as well – it seems that the chair neglected to say in his speech that the “gift” award to the comedians/performers was born out of the gap between the Fringe and the new big four comedy festival. I’m not convinced that justifies the decision but it’s good to know it wasn’t just a flick of the pen.

Anyway, Festival , it’s over, and it was awesome. Thanks be to Ian Davidson, an unflappable and astute director, the mind and walk and eyelids of Chris Grady – writer extraordinaire and climber of ladders, the generous, supportive and patient staff of the Comedy Unit, and the fantastic Emma Haggerty who did the most amazing of Jobs and without whom this summer would not have been anywhere near as successful for us as it was - to our wonderful Techs, to the Pleasance for having us, and God, who’s non existence is both an inspiration and frustration.

Now if I could just remember how to sleep.

So, the wonderful Millican took newcomer and O'Doherty took the big one. Good on them. But hold on, what about the panel prize? Read this from chortle.

The judges decided not to award a panel prize embodying the spirit of the Fringe to one act – but decided to give it to every comedian performing at the Fringe.
A spokesman for the awards said: ‘In a year when there's been much discussion about the true spirit of the Fringe it is undoubtedly all the comedians working on the Fringe this year who embody that spirit.
‘So to honour them, their talents, their spirit and their drive to become good comedians the Panel Prize goes to all of them.
‘The money will spent on an end of the festival party on Monday night . Venue to be announced.’
If there has ever been a more disingenuous act of cuntery then I am yet to witness it. A frankly disgusting act of passive aggression by the chairman. And please, please correct me if I’m wrong.

Have the courage to stand up and say you didn’t think anyone was good enough to deserve the prize, take it off the awards roster- anything. But do not patronise us. DO NOT. Take your fucking drinks and stick em up your arse.

I did a little sick on my trousers today during the show, I thought no one had notice but they had- in fact everyone had noticed, so I had to do something as there was a small trail of sick so I did what any other performer would have done in that situation and wiped it off, or more accurately, held the said sick in my hand till the end of the sketch.  It didn't seem to adversely effect the sketch, indeed I might be as bold as to say that it helped proceedings along quite well thank you very much.

We went out last night – went to a C4 thing and then on for dancing at the new Cab Voltaire room – speak easy or somat. I’ve yet to meet the inimitable Mick Perin properly but he was our host, and a very nice host he was too. Mind you, it staggers me the amount of people in this industry who manage to switch off their manners. There seems to be two ways of doing it. Doing well and being nice, and doing well and being a twat.