With an hour of surreal stupidity, Olaf personally guarantees your money back if you actually learn something.
Hello. How are you today?
Not so well, I’ve got a very sore throat and I’ve just chain-sucked a whole pack of Halls Soothers
At this stage, how closely does your programme blurb match the content of your show?
At this stage they’re close but they are veering further apart with each passing week
Have the momentous events of 2016 affected your act in any way?
Well, I’m no longer doing the bit where I stick my dick in a pigs mouth and call for a referendum on Europe.
Who are you sharing a flat with this festival and how will you help each other survive the month?
I’m sharing a place with my kids, they will keep me insane by making me watch the same street performers day after day
Any shows you’re particularly excited about seeing?
Really looking forward to seeing Michael Stranney’s debut hour ‘Welcome to Ballybeg’ – we shared a show a few years ago so it’ll be great to see what his alter ego Daniel Duffy has been up to.
Other than the great shows, what else are you looking forward to about your trip to Edinburgh this year?
I always like to pay a visit to the Scottish National Portrait Gallery, they have a stained glass window that is full of important bearded men from history.
What celebrity death hit you the hardest in 2016 (mine was Wogan)?
Burt Kwouk was a shock.
Here’s a space to write about anything you want. Go for it.
I’d love to be able to say something beautiful, poetic and spiritual but really all I want readers to go away with is, come see my show (Marmosets of My Mind) also go buy my book (Old MacDonald Heard A Fart). Goodbye.
Olaf Falafel presents The Marmosets Of My Mind
The City Café
3-27 Aug, 4.15pm