And On Your Left... Ruth Bratt

I wouldn't normally do a daily blog. Because I have a suspicion that if you do it makes you look like a sad billy no mates. However I came into the Dome to pick up some flyers and now have to sit here until my venue is open so I can put them in there for today and then drag them all the way home again. I'm going to have arms like hams by the end of this festival. That's my goal anyway.

Apparently the first week wasn't a real week and the fringe only started yesterday. Someone could have told me.

So now I can bare my soul not just on stage three times every day but I can do it online as well. How tremendous. I'm sitting in The Black Medicine Coffee Company, thinking about flyering but really enjoying a cup of tea. I always feel a bit of a charlatan drinking tea in a coffee shop but I hate coffee. It makes me jittery. And a little bit hyperactive. And annoying. And sometimes it makes my stomach go a bit swirly. As does doing a solo show. I had a really squirrelly stomach yesterday before my first show. The things my flatmate has to put up with, squirrelly stomach and me singing songs to her about her being an autistic dweeb. Lucky she has a fairly sick sense of humour and can laugh at herself. A squirrelly stomach does not include eating squirrels or having squirrels in your belly. Although it could do if you want to eat a squirrel. Apparently it tastes like chicken.