Andrea Hubert’s Fringe show promises to be a surprisingly uplifting debut hour of medication, night sweats, stoned teenage philosophy and how putting on socks is life’s most challenging and meaningless endeavour.
Hello. How are you today?
I’m amazingly well. I bought a juicer on Ebay a few days ago, and I’m been on an all juice diet ever since. Mostly I’ve been playing the fun combination game of “What makes grapefruit taste less shit?”. So far raspberries are winning.
Are you ready for another month of Edinburgh Fringe action?
Practically, yes. Emotionally…ask me after Week 1.
At this stage, how closely does your programme blurb match the content of your show?
Um…well, my name is still Andrea Hubert! I don’t know. About 68%. Is that good or bad?
What are your tips for getting people to see your show?
As a punter I don’t love getting flyers thrown at me, but I also don’t like people coming and giving me a weirdly overenthusiastic and rehearsed chat up line either. So when I flyer, I chat to people who I like the look of. Which is a dangerous little game if you’re still pretending that you like everyone equally! Turns out I avoid families like the plague.
Who are you sharing a flat with this festival and how will you help each other survive the month?
I’m sharing with my good friend Lloyd and a guy I don’t know, but who seems great and more crucially, isn’t a comedian. So when I ask him “How are you?” I may get a normal response, instead of a spewing up of his full emotional state.
Any shows you’re particularly excited about seeing?
Liam Williams’ play. And Sally Philips’ show.
Other than the great shows, what else are you looking forward to about your trip to Edinburgh this year?
It’s my very first time doing a solo show, so I’m looking forward to seeing if my ‘stay happy all the time’ medication can hold up against a tidal wave of emotional horror. It’s really only used to little weekly rainstorms so far. Also, pie. I love pie.
Salt and sauce on your chips?
Chips and gravy with cheese would be my death row meal. So yes. Please and thank you.
Here’s a space to write about anything you want. Go for it.
I can’t tell if this is meant to be a Kerouac-style spontaneous prose piece or a plug for my show, which is called Week and is on at the Counting House at 3.45pm. I assume it’s spontaneous prose so here it is: I saw a pigeon try to kill itself last week. He walked slowly across the road and back again, looking around in despair at the cars swerving to avoid him. It was the saddest thing I’ve ever seen. Also, come to my show!
Andrea Hubert: Week
Gilded Balloon at the Counting House
4-29 August, 3.45pm
PWYW or £5 to guarantee entry