I’m not a rich man. Not in any way, shape or form.
A lot of people doing self funded Edinburgh one man shows this year either have rich parents, savings, sponsorship or a deathwish.
Mine is the death wish. The entire show has been funded by my temp job. Over that last five or six months I’ve put myself on the breadline from my modestly waged temp job and saved as much as is possible.
With it I’ve paid for flyers, accomodation, venue hire, fringe programme entry and rent in London. As well as things like food and toothpaste.
But I’ve not quite got enough. I’ve worked out that my careful budget has just stretched to pay for everything upto Edinburgh, including the rent on my flat in Lodnon for August and September…but with actually nothing to spend on shows, beer, cigarettes or food whilst actually in Edinburgh.
I’m going to have to borrow.
Except I know of no one who has money to lend. And the banks, after my wayward teenage years seem loathe to give me the benefit of the doubt. They have no doubt that I won’t pay it back.
And they’re probably right.
But the silly fools at Capital One decided, via their interweb site, to give me a credit card.
Me…
Me?
There is a caveat. The APR, I’ll be paying back a whopping 30%.
30%?
30%…
So, they kind of don’t want me to pay it back… in the long term it makes them more money.
Hmmph