Hello kids, sorry, not been doing the notblog very much of late, sorry – edinburgh stress overtook all.
anyhow, here I am in Edinburgh re-doing it – also now to be read on the chortle comedy website here…
but…. here goes…
Every comedian in Edinburgh has quite literally 3,000 people working for them trying to get them mentioned in the diary sections of newspapers or chortle.
They’ll make the comedians do all manner of silly things in a desperate bid to get that desperate bit of marketing.
The other night I managed my very own diary entry without really trying.
After a stressful July and a very stressful first couple of days in Edinburgh, what with the venue having no space to use my projector (now sorted) and needing to order a cable in a hurry (now sorted – thanks to a man called the Rock who delivers cables for a living, and does it very well). Then, a drip from the roof of the cave landing on my laptop and screwing it up meaning I could do no projections for the first show (now sorted).
So, off to the Stand launch party on Thursday evening to relax. And I fear I relaxed a little too much.
After meeting up with loads of old friends and faces I’ve not seen for a year I settled down to watch some comedy and use up a bit of the free bar.
By what was probably 1ish in the morning the place was shutting and we were drinking up and getting ready to leave. I must stress I was a little tipsy, but what happened next wasn’t entirely drink related.
I felt curious, the blood was rushing from my head (or to my head, I don’t know, I’m not a doctor) and my blood starved (or drowned) brain reminded me that I’d felt like this before, when I’d fainted on a toilet in my Edinburgh flat two years ago.
My brain, however, was not quick enough to work out that it meant I was probably about to faint again, it was just revelling in the coincidence of feelings, small world and that.
The world then got markedly smaller as my face was soon much closer to the floor. There was a first aid person asking me my name and a small crowd of people round me and the club was otherwise empty. That was strange.
I felt a bit sleepy, I was kind of lying down so my idiotic brain figured I might as well have a nap, so my eyes shut a bit for some restful slumber. This was followed by the whole crowd round me screaming to wake up. I found that slightly rude.
Next time I woke up I was asked where I was, I took a punt and said London, in hindsight it’s lucky they’re all friendly at the stand, that kind of reply could have resulted in a glassing elsewhere. My girlfriend just screamed “Oh fuck” at this, closely followed by something along the lines of “I knew our relationship was too good, one of us had to die”. Which I suppose is a nice thing.
I am not dead.
Soon after there were a couple of paramedics talking to me, pricking my finger and giving me an oxygen mask.
Anyway I’m ok. I’ve just run myself down a bit and not eaten properly and been too stressed and not slept enough.
The next morning I got a flurry of texts asking if I was ok, soon after I found out I’d made it to the coveted Chortle diary entry/in brief spot which quite dramatically said
Paramedics were called after comic Terry Saunders collapsed at the Stand’s launch party at the Edinburgh fringe last night, passing out for a full six minutes before making a full recovery.
Firstly, thank you for using the word collapsed, not fainted, collapsed sounds much more like what Keith Moon would do. But alas, I wasn’t freebasing in the toilet, I’d just not eaten enough fruit and veg.
And I’m not fully recovered, I have a graze on my knee where I landed.
I’ve no idea who you are, but well done for not being dead and good luck with the rest of your Edinburgh.