Frankie famously said relax. But he didn’t say how. Now, I’m not trying to blame Frankie Goes To Hollywood for my perpetual tense state, I’m just saying if you’re going to tell me to do something, at least give me instructions.
No, it’s not about Pink Floyd. In fact, that is my entire knowledge of Pink Floyd. So if you were mislead by the title and expected this post to be about them, then shame on you. It’s about me, as all of these posts are. I mean, it’s my blog,
Yeah, so remember how I’m a writer/producer? Me neither! It’s been so long since I’ve done any sort of script writing or theatre/short film making. Which is the actual whole point of Fonmanu Creative. No, it’s not just a platform for me to ramble on about my mental health issues and my love life- it’s actually supposed to be a company which makes shit happen. So, my bad!
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!
SORRY I’VE BEEN REALLY BUSY SHAGGING AND WRITING AND A NEW JOB AND FLAT HUNTING AND SHAGGING SO I HAVEN’T UPDATED IN A WHILE BUT HERE I AM WITH ALL DA NEWS.