Wednesday, 5 August 2009

It starts again.

Okay. So check this out. We're back in Edinburgh. The whole group of us. So are the assholes that make us work all the time--Kitty, Andy, Tom, and Will. A serious bunch of asshats and slave drivers. It's a lot of work being a puppet in Edinburgh, and no goddamn respect. Anyway, I got to spend about eight hours in a fucking plastic box in that douche Tom Butterworth's car on the way up, even though I'm, oh, I don't know, THE FUCKING STAR OF THE SHOW. Then we got moved into this nice flat on Jeffrey Street, which is just off the Royal Mile. It's the first time I haven't had to stay at least 30 minutes out of the city, and so I'm more than a little bit relieved. Or I would be if we hadn't had to trapse down to a press launch tonight, where we performed for a bunch of dancers who didn't give a good goddamn what we were talking about, and we were treated to a mediocre reception. Hopefully things will get better, or I will be forced to kill a man.


M. D.


  1. For the next four weeks, please can we rechristen it the city of Edinburp? Or maybe Edinbourbon would be more appropriate. I dunno.

  2. oh..i like what amy say!

    and yay!!!!! puppets are back in one is safe...


  3. Andy's price quote for a personal Puppet Show for my birthday/return to Blighty of GBP500 is a little steep, to say the least. I would therefore like to ask Mr Doper directly if he can make a better offer? Perhaps a bounty of booze, a bevy of beauties and the chance to perform in front of such a notorious singer/songwriter as myself would suffice?

    Slowbear The Great, broke in Beijing.

  4. I'm pretty sure we made Edinbourbon happen on Tuesday night. Ouch.