Two days of hard work. We were back pounding the pavements on Tuesday. It was raining and we were on our way to an interview with Fresh Fringe (it's a radio program). We were running behind and getting soaked so we tried to hail a cab. Countless ones passed and we flailed at them desperately, just to realize that they already had passengers. We had made it most of the way there when a cab finally pulled over for us, at which point there was nearly no need.
We had a great chat on the radio about being edgy and political as well as how taboo the female body is - especially in the UK (the host said that part not us). Basically we showed them that clowns have brains as well as being funny. After the interview, the hosts were both extra excited to come and see the show so hopefully it worked for everyone listening too.
The interview was proceed by a pakora wrap form the Jingle Bus (one of the many food venders at the fringe), the usual flyering (which is pretty hard in the rain) and our show. It was a delicious one. People laughed and even stood at the end (which apparently, we are told, is not a thing they do here in the UK). Some famous people, like Mark Forward and Jarred Christmas, even came to the show so that was fun. They told us they really liked it which made us happy all the way from our toes.
Wednesday, we woke up early to perform on one of the many stages of the Royal Mile. After your twenty minutes you can flyer and invite people to the show - it's like putting a fishbowl in the middle of a coral reef where no matter how cool the fish in the bowl are, there are also hundreds of other fish around that are also cool. There are living brass statues of Hemingway works, bag pipers piping, a group of monks singing, farm animals covered in glitter, fairy princesses, stilt walkers, magicians, jugglers... it's like the 12 days of Christmas except times a thousand, in the summer and on drugs - it's everything that you can imagine and more. We sang some songs with the uke, including Royals because we were on the Royal Mile. So many people came to watch and laugh and clap. We were amazed that so many came and stopped considering the madness surrounding them - but it seemed like we reeled them in with our invisible clown fishing line.
After singing our hearts out and and telling all 8 thousand people on the royal mile about our show - or trying our best to - we thought it would be fun to get some pasta. We happened past an Italian restaurant called Lucano's that had homemade pasta on the menu. It looked perfect. There was a line so we stood in it excited to treat ourselves. A server came up to us and looked at us with a strange look. "It'll be a half hour wait", he said with a little bit of a snark then walking away abruptly. I don't think he likes us Jasp noted. "No", Morro said defending him, "he is probably just having a busy day". He came up again, "Are you sure you want to wait thirty minutes?" He gave us a nasty look. Morro realized that Jasp was right. "Yes we do", said Morro confidently. "Fine", he stormed off and got his supervisor who came over. The supervisor took the door handle and opening it he motioned towards the street. "I'm afraid of clowns." He clearly wasn't - we have met a lot of people who are actually afraid of clowns and that is not how they act. They obviously wanted us to leave so we did, and we won't be returning as they clearly have a problem with clowns (it's an official boycott). Haven't they seen the movie "Pretty Woman"? They clearly don't know who we might be in a few years.
Wounded, we walked down the street longing for good pasta. We passed another Italian restaurant. Jasp went in to see if we could get a table. Morro was afraid so stayed outside, which turned out to be a good instinct because when Jasp asked if we could dine there they actually said NO. We went into yet a third Italian restaurant and as soon as we entered the door a lady said the food was no good. Not sure at this point if we was trying to save us from bad food, or just trying to get rid of us, we figured that we were clearly not meant to have Italian food on this particular day. Later, we found a really great place called Knights Kitchen. They were so super friendly and had a variety of delicious African dishes including chickpea and mango curry. It was delectable meal - better than pasta!!!!
Insert here the usual pre-show flyering (where Jasp got flyered by a dead squirrel) and performance. If you have been reading along you may remember that we mentioned our tech ran away. Well, this did happen and ever since we have had three different technicians learn our show. They are thrown into the show, have to call it having never practiced, learn it after a few shows and once they finally have it they are told they are being switched with someone else. So tonight we had another new tech again and he did a great job considering he doesn't get any practice but of course it is a pretty hard thing to do, so it was pretty messy. But we still love him. Alas it's not like we are paying them a lot of money for... oh wait we are...
We tried to go to get a drink after and got kicked out of our seats for some more famous people. Sometimes being a clown just doesn't cut it.
We are going to climb a mountain tomorrow and let mother nature nurture us.
We had a great chat on the radio about being edgy and political as well as how taboo the female body is - especially in the UK (the host said that part not us). Basically we showed them that clowns have brains as well as being funny. After the interview, the hosts were both extra excited to come and see the show so hopefully it worked for everyone listening too.
The interview was proceed by a pakora wrap form the Jingle Bus (one of the many food venders at the fringe), the usual flyering (which is pretty hard in the rain) and our show. It was a delicious one. People laughed and even stood at the end (which apparently, we are told, is not a thing they do here in the UK). Some famous people, like Mark Forward and Jarred Christmas, even came to the show so that was fun. They told us they really liked it which made us happy all the way from our toes.
Wednesday, we woke up early to perform on one of the many stages of the Royal Mile. After your twenty minutes you can flyer and invite people to the show - it's like putting a fishbowl in the middle of a coral reef where no matter how cool the fish in the bowl are, there are also hundreds of other fish around that are also cool. There are living brass statues of Hemingway works, bag pipers piping, a group of monks singing, farm animals covered in glitter, fairy princesses, stilt walkers, magicians, jugglers... it's like the 12 days of Christmas except times a thousand, in the summer and on drugs - it's everything that you can imagine and more. We sang some songs with the uke, including Royals because we were on the Royal Mile. So many people came to watch and laugh and clap. We were amazed that so many came and stopped considering the madness surrounding them - but it seemed like we reeled them in with our invisible clown fishing line.
After singing our hearts out and and telling all 8 thousand people on the royal mile about our show - or trying our best to - we thought it would be fun to get some pasta. We happened past an Italian restaurant called Lucano's that had homemade pasta on the menu. It looked perfect. There was a line so we stood in it excited to treat ourselves. A server came up to us and looked at us with a strange look. "It'll be a half hour wait", he said with a little bit of a snark then walking away abruptly. I don't think he likes us Jasp noted. "No", Morro said defending him, "he is probably just having a busy day". He came up again, "Are you sure you want to wait thirty minutes?" He gave us a nasty look. Morro realized that Jasp was right. "Yes we do", said Morro confidently. "Fine", he stormed off and got his supervisor who came over. The supervisor took the door handle and opening it he motioned towards the street. "I'm afraid of clowns." He clearly wasn't - we have met a lot of people who are actually afraid of clowns and that is not how they act. They obviously wanted us to leave so we did, and we won't be returning as they clearly have a problem with clowns (it's an official boycott). Haven't they seen the movie "Pretty Woman"? They clearly don't know who we might be in a few years.
Wounded, we walked down the street longing for good pasta. We passed another Italian restaurant. Jasp went in to see if we could get a table. Morro was afraid so stayed outside, which turned out to be a good instinct because when Jasp asked if we could dine there they actually said NO. We went into yet a third Italian restaurant and as soon as we entered the door a lady said the food was no good. Not sure at this point if we was trying to save us from bad food, or just trying to get rid of us, we figured that we were clearly not meant to have Italian food on this particular day. Later, we found a really great place called Knights Kitchen. They were so super friendly and had a variety of delicious African dishes including chickpea and mango curry. It was delectable meal - better than pasta!!!!
Insert here the usual pre-show flyering (where Jasp got flyered by a dead squirrel) and performance. If you have been reading along you may remember that we mentioned our tech ran away. Well, this did happen and ever since we have had three different technicians learn our show. They are thrown into the show, have to call it having never practiced, learn it after a few shows and once they finally have it they are told they are being switched with someone else. So tonight we had another new tech again and he did a great job considering he doesn't get any practice but of course it is a pretty hard thing to do, so it was pretty messy. But we still love him. Alas it's not like we are paying them a lot of money for... oh wait we are...
We tried to go to get a drink after and got kicked out of our seats for some more famous people. Sometimes being a clown just doesn't cut it.
We are going to climb a mountain tomorrow and let mother nature nurture us.
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