You know you've been away from your blog too long when it asks you if you accept it's cookies.

And are unable to form short snappy blog titles.

Oh you.

Blog.

You should hate me.*

I get this idea, this notion in my head not to blog until I have a specific thing to really blog about and then write about it with subpar spelling till it just can't take any more. Then what happens is lots of things happen, are happening, go by, I forget. Then I never write about anything. I fear writing a blog post that's about nothing and leaving you with no bettering of your day, and that fear leads me to write nothing. So it's better I write something, even if this makes you angry at me. Hey. I'll  just disable the comments.

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Hiyi guys

I don't normally do this, in fact I usually do the opposite so as to get as many views over as many posts as possible. But if you haven't already, don't read my previous blog post. And if you have - forget it. This isn't some weird 'Ho ho don't read it - but then you do!' No it's because I'm using it in my stand up, and I don't want you guys to arrive at the show having read a massive spoiler.

So in essence this post is SPOILER ALERT asking you not to delve into my past and potentially ruin your future enjoyment.

Unless you can't make it to my Fringe Show. The read away! xx


P.S My Edinburgh Fringe Show is everyday from the 6th - 16th, beginning at 5.30pm (50 mins) and is in the Back Room of Opium, 71 Cowgate (Venue 96). It's not ticketed so just run into the room for free. And I tell jokes.

Marjolein Robertson for Take Me Out (Girls)

Hiyi

So I've been absent (start of every blog post I write ever) for a while.

I've been meaning to get back to Blogging to write to you all about the most amazing two months I had in Australia and New Zealand, playing in the Tattoo, travelling solo, meeting old friends and family and making new ones and seeing and experiencing some of the most gorgeous nature I could ever imagine. I thought I'll write about it to you all in a series of posts, detailing a different chapter of my travels each time.

But instead tonight I'm just going to share with you my email from that time I got drunk and applied to Take Me Out.