After visiting the palace I had three shows in store for Sunday evening.
Starting with Cat FM, a weird post-apocalyptic cat sketch show, I entered into one of the George VI bridge vaults and so began a humid, stuffy hour long stretch of off kilter sketch.
There were things I didn't get, I'm not entirely sure it was because I was exhausted... I'm not sure I was supposed to get it. It felt a little like the two performers (who are in a relationship which they advertise on the flyer) were doing the show purely because it's their inside joke and it tickles their fancy. Great, but the audience wasn't privy to whatever it was that got them chuckling. (Most of the time that is, there were still smile worthy moments.)
I enjoyed it, but it was around this point I started to question why the festival has so many one hour shows when some formats would benefit from having much less time.
I did leave with a sick little cat sticker. No other show has given me that!
Off across town to see Craig Hill's show 'Someone's gonna get kilt.' What followed was a joyous hour of Craig riffing on the audience, where they were from, what they did in life, who they came to the show with.
It was laugh out loud entertainment. And even better, to everyone's surprise, after exiting the theatre there he was waiting to shake hands and get photos with anyone who wanted.
Across town again! It was turning into a 2km trek kinda night. Once again for a show by Chris Turner of Racing Minds and Cat FM. 'What a time to be alive' is his stand up improvised rap one man show.
It was late, I was going on 3 hrs sleep, the seats were uncomfortable and my back was sore. The woman next to me had stale beer breath that pervaded my row and my eyelids felt like sandpaper. And yet I laughed through the tiredness and caught whatever it was he was putting down.