Hello. How are you today?
Good. Bad. Hungry. Wrapped in an existential pit of self-loathing while also retaining the belief that I posses formidable sexy calves. The usual. Hungry though, always hungry, ready for reach for the Nutella, but you’ve made me answer questions now so…
At this stage, how closely does your programme blurb match the content of your show?
It’s actually pretty close. I try and keep my blurb as vague as I can with one or two painfully specific bits that always make it into the show. This year is no different.
Who are you sharing a flat with and how will you help each other survive the month?
Jamali Maddix and Milo McCabe. It’s a pretty chilled out flat, as always, and I think we’ll pretty much just run into each other in between showers, crying and arrogant posturing in the hallway. Same as every year.
Any shows you’re excited about seeing?
I’m just excited to be up there. There’s some good looking debuts that I want to see this year, and some interesting looking foreign dance troops which I’m looking forward to hating, being jealous of, being moved by and then being bored by.
Other than the great shows, what else are you looking forward to about your trip to Edinburgh this year?
Black Medicine is my spot! Best coffee in Edinburgh, great staff, and some Lemon Ginger and Honey potion which keeps my throat working over the course of the month. Oh yeah, and doing my show.
The Fringe’s tagline this year is ‘Into The Unknown’. What do people not know about you?
I have a weird thing where I refuse to sit on grass. There’s too many wild beasts lurking for me to ever consider sitting on grass.
I’m bored of all the podcasts I currently subscribe to. Can you recommend me a good one please?
I don’t know what you listen to. Any podcast that features something about Arsenal, that’s always a good shout. How about one about Animals? I was on one the other week hosted by Ryan Dalton called ‘Into The Wild’, that’s good. I love listening to ‘The Moth’, people just telling true stories. I’ve given you three now. You owe me.
Here’s a space to write about anything you want. Go for it.
I bet this backfires a lot. Now that I’ve been given space to express myself in any manner imaginable I’m bereft of all lucid thought and originality. I don’t know what to say. Maybe a question? Am I allowed that? Erm… Ok, here’s one. How come nobody ever kept any of Jesus’ carpentry? Massive lack of foresight on the part of those people.
Archie Maddocks: Matchstick
The Mash House
1-26 Aug, 1.55pm