Yes, the Fringe is well and truly over for another year. This was my fourth year performing at it, and the second time Fonmanu Creative produced a show. It’s also the first year I’ve made a profit, yaaaaaas!! I’m the ultimate baller now £££$$£££$$£££$££$ Ker-CHING. But asides from that, how was it? Weird.
WE’RE ALMOST AT THE END OF WEEK ONE! I’m not gonna lie, I’m exhausted and on the tail end of a massive anxiety attack which was brought on by being a big ole drunky drunk. A big ole fun drunky drunk, but a drunky drunk nonetheless. Anway, how did it go?!
It’s been two weeks since the debut of “Don’t Talk To Me About Love”. How did it go? Phenomenal. Honestly, absolutely smashed it, and I’m hella proud. Hannah Rachel Cruickshank and Amelia Bayler both absolutely killed it, so it was mega great work all round.
So that’s Edinburgh Fringe done for another year. What an exhausting year! Despite only doing 6 shows, compared to 20 last year, I’m just as tired but for very different reasons- my health being a main one.
I spent 3 nights prior to our first show in hospital, due to my vagina trying to kill me by way of urosepsis. Luckily, I’m not dead. But aye, that put a drain on the ole Judybabezzz. But yer gurl’s a fucking trooper and powered through for (most of) the show!
It’s Fringe Season! The most stressful of all the seasons, including mating season.
It’s that time of the year where you see a shit load of shows- some good, some terrible, some great, some just…aye alright- and, if you are performing, where you lose your fucking mind.
So what’s Fonmanu Creative up to this fringe? Well, this year we will not be taking a show to the festival for various reasons (exhaustion, being poor and traumatised) BUT I am doing a separate show, as is Amir (star of 2016’s In Utero), and Stephen (star of 2017’s In Utero). Here’s where to see us:
It’s almost the end of the year! Time has flown by eh? I’m finishing it as I started: sat at my desk, writing away. Except this time, I’m festive.
Ho ho ho.
With the Fringe well and truly over, it’s time to think what the hell I’m gonna do next. I’ve taken a well deserved break from doing any writing or acting and have spent my spare time binge watching Project Runway, sleeping and posing in the mirror. It’s been great, but now it’s time to be productive again. Continue reading
So….the plan was to write a daily blog during the Fringe, telling you all about the ups and downs, how amazing I am, what i ate, show you how great I look etc etc etc. Turns out doing the Fringe is fucking exhausting so that didn’t happen. Here’s a quick summary:
So we’ve just had our opening weekend and man alive, what an experience! This first show I was absolutely shitting it. I did the biggest nervous poo ever. And yeah, it went alright!
But the SECOND show! Wowza, that shit was off da chain! Despite almost decking it on stage and falling off my chair, ot went really well. I’m very proud of it and now I can relax a bit and start enjoying the festival.
I’m so tired though. Someone let me nap on them.
In one of the scenes, I do an impression of my husband cry-maxing For those uncool kids who don’t know what that is (I had to look it up), it’s when as you climax and orgasm, you also start to cry. Hence, the mash-up name cry-max. Continue reading