Laura Lexx has been in the finals of the Chortle Student comedy award and Funny women and this year takes her debut show ‘Lovely’ to the Edinburgh Festival Fringe 2015.
Hello. How are you today?
Banging thanks babes, how are you?
We are banging as well. Are you ready for another month of Edinburgh Fringe action?
If by that you mean, are you already salivating at the thought of a month of full Scottish breakfasts at the City Restaurant? Then yes, yes I am ready.
At this stage, how closely does your programme blurb match the content of your show?
Ha! Brilliant question! I would say… my show is to my burb as Jackie Stallone’s face is to a face.
What are your tips for getting people to see your show?
Subtly control my flyer team with a combination of passive aggression and affection over compensation until they are paying people to come and see it.
Is there anyone in particular you’d like to see in your audience?
Well… I’d like to think that if David Attenborough is in Edinburgh he would come. Or, if he’s anywhere in the UK – that dude has money for a jet. But he’s environmental so I don’t know if he’d feel guilty about the jet just for my show… But, let’s say he’s in walking distance of my show – I would be delighted if he came. If I found out he had the chance to come and didn’t then I think this would be my last fringe.
Who are you sharing a flat with this festival and how will you help each other survive the month?
I’m living with my tried and tested housemates, the exceptional improv group The Noise Next Door. I’ve known them for about 10 years and they worship me so I like to throw them a bone and agree to live with them in Edinburgh every year. It’s a sort of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs situation.
Other than the great shows, what else are you looking forward to about your trip to Edinburgh this year?
Breakfast. I don’t think I’ve talked about breakfast enough. But Scotland, you need to know quite how good you are at breakfasting. People are all like “Full English, Full English!” but they are wrong. Full. Scottish. Full Scottish till I die.
What’s your topping at The Baked Potato Shop on Cockburn Street?
Are you even listening to me? Why would anyone eat a baked potato when there is breakfast food on offer?
Great name for a street though.
Here’s a space to write about anything you want. Go for it.
The doorbell rang -once, twice… and her foot hit the floor before it could ring a third time.
“I’m coming” she called out, grumpily. Her eyes were blurry and dry. Possibly staying in the Abattoir until 6 had been a mistake. Who rings a doorbell at 9am?!
She leaves the door on the latch and pads down the stone spiral staircase to the front door of the building. The door is heavy as she pulls it open and light floods in from the bright Edinburgh morning.
“Hello.” he says, and then just stands and smiles as her eyes take him in.
He stands in the doorway; beans dripping off his snowy white hair… bacon stacked on his shoulders and lorne sausage stuffed into the top pocket of his impeccable jacket. There is haggis bulging from his shoes and link sausages wrapped in tantalising strands around his waist. In his hand he holds potato scones – half offered to her in a gesture of love.
“David… you came!”
Laura Lexx: Lovely
Underbelly Med Quad
5-17, 19-30 August, 4.05pm