Improv, Anxiety and the Edinburgh Fringe.

What an excellent title for a Harry Potter book. I’m unsure whether to use the Oxford comma. I’m gonna stick with no. Fuck the police!

Yes, so. It’s Edinburgh Fringe season, what a time to be alive! You’re probably wondering what yer gurl Judy is up to, why hasn’t she told us yet? WHY CAN’T I FIND HER?! That’s because this year I decided to have a year off, not do any shows and just relax. You know, just go through, see some shows, get drunk, shout at the Men With Coconuts in the street. Living the dream.

Turns out, I ended up doing 10 shows with The Cutting Room. And I loved it.

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Edinburgh Fringe 2017-the Aftermath

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!

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