Goodbye.

Well, that's it.

The Edinburgh Fringe done for another year.

In all our years of doing the fringe in various different capacities, we've never had one quite like it. This year's was better, more successful and way more fun than we could have possible hoped for.

We sold out all but one of our twenty-five performances, received fantastic reviews and were nominated for an award. People who came to the shows were so enthusiastic and complimentary and the support from the other comedians and sketch groups was, frankly, overwhelming. Without wanting this blog to descend into some weepy Oscar acceptance speech, we would just like to say that we're incredibly grateful to everyone who had a hand in making this the best fringe on record.

A few individual thanks we'd like to mention. To all the staff at The Pleasance (especially reception, box office and of course the lovely venue technicians at the Beside), to our diretor Steve Marmion, to the Comedy Awards panel and Nica Burns, to our amazing technicians Matt Tizzle and later Dan Bennett. Gina Lyons' boundless energy, enthusiasm and support deserves special thanks as well - what a legend.

We'd also like to wish a full and speedy recovery to Will Hartley of the brilliant sketch group Clever Peter whose festival was cut short by illness- Get Well soon mate.

... and that's just about it from us. We've had a blast. We've also enjoyed doing this blog, so much so we think we might continue it, in some form or other, when we've recovered. As for the future, we start gigging again in London in a few weeks time before doing shows at festivals in Brighton, Ireland and Manchester and then an exciting thing we're doing in Autumn at the Soho theatre. So to stay in touch with all things Gimp, follow us on twitter and maybe check this blog when we've worked out what we're doing with it!

Thanks everyone,

Big Gimp Love,

David, Lee, Matt, Paul and Richard.

Late Night Gimp Fight.

x

what a day

Wow, Wow, Wow, Wow, Wow.

What a day!

Today we had the privilege of going to the fantastic Fosters Edinburgh Comedy Awards ceremony, and it did not disappoint, there were lots of our idols there and we were awestruck for the whole time. Unfortunately we did not win but just to be involved was more than we could of ever wished for and to hear Tim Key and Al Murray both talk about our show was awesome. The free bar was pretty cool too!

We were all very happy to see Russell Kane win the best comedy show award, he really deserves it.

We also did a very good show today despite some of the gimps still being over the limit! (Richard) and all coped really well considering we were all up before 11 AM for the first time in a long time! (except Richard) It really is impressive that we are all still getting on and enjoying each others company after a whole month in a cold Scotland!............ (except Richard)

That's all for me, but i am going to pass over to lee with a great story involving a skinny sausage shaped, battered sausage and an equally skinny sausage shaped Paul

Peace out

Matt

Hi.

Lee here.

A great day etc etc but topped off by probably my favourite moment of the festival so far.

We decided to go for a couple of drinks after the show and, as I've been pretty good at not drinking thus far, only a couple of half arsed Fosters tops were enough to get me going. I mean I was on a real roll sliding around the bar making no sense as I tried to hold conversations. I think I probably seemed quite clever. I know that I probably didn't.

Then on the way home Paul and Dan bought some chips. I didn't. Why? My body is a temple. That and I knew I could steal some of theirs. This is the kind of forward planning that will one day see me sit on a quite considerable retirement nest egg with no one to share it with.

But I babble.

We were walking back and Paul was eating his chips. Every time I made a move to eat one he blocked me. How did he do this? He closed the lid. Very clever indeed. I had no way to get round this so like a magpie with a taste for deep fried potatoes I shifted my attention to Dan and dug in.

After a while Paul had realised that he had bitten off more than he could chew. He had gone into an Edinburgh chip shop and ordered a battered sausage and chips and lost. He wasn't man enough to get it down him.

Anyone who has ever met Paul will know that his physique is akin to that if a coat rack. Or an umbrella. Or a six foot two pepperami. Or a high standing lamp. Or a javelin. Or a telephone pole. Or a bony stick. Or a tall thin tub of pringles. Or any other kind of tall, thin thing you may be able to think of that isn't in our living room or out of the window (it's late and I'm tired!)

So Paul, with his thin, old man frame wasn't man enough to finish the chips and gave them to me along with a little bit of left over sausage.

Hello, thought I, chips eh? Good to see you boys. Can't wait to get you in my- Eh up! What's this? A Half eaten chip? A half eaten mother flippin' chip?!?

Now I've had some lousy presents in my time. Jumpers. Cds. Sex Toys. And those are just the ones from my mum last year but never had I been given a gift containing a half eaten chip.

This won't do. Justice must be served. An example must be made. But how? Strongly worded letter? A few choice phrases and expressions? Or to lob the chip at Paul's head.

Well I'm a man of few words so whoosh through the air went the chip... Flying higher and higher and... Smash! Right in the back of the head!

Like a trio of Shakespearian witches Dan, Dave and I cackled. Revenge had been extracted. The balance had been restored. Life could continue as before.

Right?

Not quite.

There was still the matter of the half eaten sausage.

But you can't throw a sausage can you? I mean Paul was annoyed enough at the chip after he had gifted you this wonderful late night deep fried snack and you had literally thrown it back in his face. He couldn't stand for that so be good right?

But a half eaten sausage and Paul about ten meters away, there was no way of making contact with him. So I threw it at him. The sight of a piece of battered pork hurtling through the air was beautiful. It really captured the beauty and the romance of the moment as the moonlight reflected off the sausage.

Until splat.

Right on the top of the head!!

To wrap up the story, Paul went for me, I threw the rest of the chips in the air in fear and ran like wind with him in hot pursuit.

Never again in my life will I throw anything as accurately as I did tonight. Never.

Was it a nice thing to do?

No.

Was it a grown up thing to have done? The kind of thing to make my parents and teachers proud of me?

No.

Was it worth it?

Oh yes. I will sleep well tonight replaying that moment of contact over and over and over and over and over again.

Best fringe memory of all for me?

Good question. Lets just say no amount of awards nominations will make that kind of sound on the back of Paul's head!

Ha ha!

Lee

The day after...

Wow.

Safe to say that in our short history, we've never experienced a day quite like yesterday. Never.

To be perfectly frank, we're all still reeling from the nomination, and the messages of support and congratulations from friends too numerous to mention. Thanks guys, we are ridiculously grateful.

Safe to say it was a bit of a late one last night, as we shared a couple of celebratory bottles of champagne with our director Steve and our PR team (the amazing Claire Walker PR). Then it was off home to wash our coloured hoodies (now pretty shabby after twenty odd shows) for todays photoshoot. No prizes for guessing which lucky gimp got to stay up until 6AM to make sure they were dry...

After a couple of hours sleep, we were all back up and ready for the shoot (except Dave, who looked like death). We piled enthusiastically into the car we had been sent, and waited for the journey to begin, beaming in anticipation. Needless to say, we were all a little dumbstruck when the cab driver turned round to us and asked "Where to, pal?"

We had no idea.

However, after a swift phonecall we were shortly dropped off at our location and ushered inside. There we shared muffins, bacon sandwiches and tea with our fellow newcomer nominees Imran Yusuf, Asher Treleaven, Gareth Richards, Roisin Conaty and The Boy with Tape on his Face. We saw the main category nominees (Russell Kane, Greg Davies, Josie Long, Bo Burnham and Sarah Millican) having their group photos, and we followed shortly, accompanied by our gimp, whose identity, much like the Stig, shall remain a closely guarded secret.

Following that came the rather odd but all the same exciting individual shots holding the actual trophy, all of us trying to look like we'd won already. These are so the press are ready to publish the photos immediately, whoever wins. A few more photos, a couple of interviews (all with our ever present gimp) and then we were back home, and straight to bed. The Rock 'n' Roll lifestyle of sketch comedians...

Paul.

the day everything changed

forgive the language, but f*** me, what a day.

in case you haven't heard today we were nominated for Best Newcomer in The Foster's Edinburgh Comedy Awards (formerly the Perrier).

rather than be cool and coy about it, we freely admit this is the best thing that's happened to us and we are over the moon. we're surprised, delighted and humbled by the nomination and it means the world. thank you to all the people who have come to the shows and of course the judges.

thanks also to everyone who's come up and passed on their congratulations and for all the lovely messages on facebook and twitter. we're really touched. we made a show this year that we're really proud of and it means a lot that the people who enjoy it are so enthusiastic and supportive.

and thank you to Gina, for everything. She knows who she is, and she's bloody brilliant.

right- we're off to do the show and then get biblically, heroically drunk.

cheers!

LNGF.

how to enjoy flyering...

not sure if this has come out in the pleasance times yet, but what the hell... here's the article.

FLYERING THE LATE NIGHT GIMP FIGHT WAY...

Let’s face it. Flyering can be an interminable, soul-destroying experience designed to slowly break your spirit until you wish you’d never brought a show up to the Fringe. The punters are bored of it and the flyerers don’t want to be doing it. It’s awful. Unless...

If you can think up an inventive way of flyering that fits with the tone of your show and, crucially, you don’t mind doing... it can not only reap rewards in terms of audience figures, but can start a word-of-mouth buzz around your show and you may even start to enjoy doing it.

We discovered this after someone came up with the idea of flyering in gimp masks, on dog leads. One member of LNGF is the gimp, and one is the master. The gimp wears the mask, holds the flyers and is not allowed to talk. The master drags the gimp around the Pleasance Courtyard on a lead and pitches the show to people. He can also leave the gimp with punters to look after/ spank (whichever they prefer) and pose with the gimp for photos. All in all it’s a fun and effective way of reinventing an otherwise laborious process, and seems to be working better than ever this year. So if you see any gimps wandering around the courtyard... feel free to give them a spank!

LNGF.

Lee Shambles of an Evening...

Oh dear.

Last night can be summed up in just 2 words.

Oh dear.

Not the main show. The main show was fine. Good even. No it was after the main show.

Allow me to go into detail. We had finished the show and were due to go and do a short 10 minute set for Max and Ivan at the ROFFLE club. A good fun gig we'd been looking forward to, so we finished our show and were ready to head over.

Problem was Paul wasn't in a good way at all. Now Paul is a drip at the best of times and has a tragic allergy to anything that may be construed as fun but in fairness to him he genuinely did look a mess. A hideous mess. So we decided that, with another late night slot to do after tonights show too, the best thing to do would be to send him home with a hot water bottle (we dont have one) and a warm mug of horlicks (we didn't have any of this either).

I confidently said to the boys "Oh don't worry, I can cover Paul in Danny Boy (Funeral scene where Paul does some amazing singing) and Craig (Office scene where Paul hops around in a thong)." We all nodded and off we went.

I knew pretty quickly after we'd started that this wasn't going to plan. As soon as we stepped on stage to do Wrestler Dad my voice was on the way out. No problem. I'll grab a microphone before Danny Boy and do it on mic to make it fly without pushing myself.

No.

That is not what happened at all.

What happened is out came the microphone and I attempted to sing every note apart from the appropriate ones. In fact not even sing. Scream. Shout. Wail. What should have been 20 seconds of me singing seemed to stretch on for about 15 minutes as I stared out over an audience of horrified 19 year olds. All looked entirely unimpressed. Some actually looked scared. I think one of them may have been crying.

So onwards through to the end of the song and the lights go out and we move to the next sketch. It's ok I keep thinking to myself, not a lost cause yet. We can win them back still. And we tried our damndest to do just that. And I think we were on course to at least escape from the gig with some dignity intact when we got to the last sketch.

Craig.

The sketch where Paul, with his wonderfully bizarre body, prances around the stage in just a thong pulling all manner of unusual shapes before we hit one of our best punchlines.

It's a banker.

We were all over it. The scene starts well enough. People at the bar were talking a little loudly but not to worry, Paul's gonna come out in a second and everyone will laugh at the carefully prepared moves he does.

Except Paul wasn't there. Which meant that Paul's weird body wasn't there. No. What we had instead was me. In a thong. With messed up hair to make me look 'wacky'.

It. Was. Excruciating.

Rather than "Ooh look at the weird guy with the thong and the weird body" we had "Why is that normal looking guy wearing a thong and what is he doing?"

I know. I'll go into the audience and interact with them as this weird creature thing I'm playing...

No.

God no.

There was to be no audience participation. I even got thrown off a guys lap who was having none of it. The guy was a bloody peoples champion for that!

I tried to stagger through to the end of the sketch and get back on stage as the wall of apathy otherwise known as the audience shifted uncomfortably and waited for us to just get on with it.

Out came Matt for the big punchline. He delivered the line like the pro he is and...

Silence.

A cough.

Blackout.

We turned and ran and never looked back.

Moral of this story is there are certain scenes that certain people have to do. They all seem to have been written by Paul and for Paul.

Clever boy...

Lee

x

sunday fun.

i had an early night last night, partly cos i was feeling ropey and partly cos i knew i was getting up early today for Tim Key's album launch. i say early... the launch was at 3pm.

i was however awoken rather earlier than expected by what sounded like the exorcism of emily rose coming from inside the bathroom. matt, our tech, was being thunderously, epicly sick in the toilet. it honestly sounded like the end of the world. horrific. the jury's still out on why he was so ill (drunk/infection/diabetes...). matt isn't having the best time of it in our bathroom recently to be fair... yesterday he cracked the bath by "standing in the shower". as i say, he's a one-off.

anyway, back to the album launch. this was, as you'd expect of anything affiliated with the invisible dot, great shambolic fun. it took place in avalanche records, just off the royal mile and featured alex horne on megaphone, nick mohammed on violin and tim key on a stepladder.

the album is a collection of key's poems performed with the backing of a string quartet (who, we are informed were "a bit moody on the day") and, because this is an invisible dot venture... it's released on vinyl. (it will be on CD and download come october... i think i'll wait till then for mine). at the launch key performed a few poems while nick mohammed attempted some violin accompaniment. there was a sketch by horne and key about eggs, before the whole proceedings was almost derailed when key discovered he'd misplaced his can of irn bru. "how can you lose a can of irn bru, honestly...?"

it was a bizarre but very enjoyable 25 minutes or so and a perfect distraction on a sunday afternoon.

one more bit of news to report, we got a lovely ★★★★ review from chortle, surprising as we thought they hated us, but we're very grateful all the same, and glad they enjoyed it.

enjoy the rest of your weekends.

david.

busy gimps

yesterday was fun. busy, but fun.

we had a photoshoot in the pleasance courtyard for a piece in the pleasance times about our flyering, we'll post the photo and article when it comes out. then i pottered (really? pottered? well, you've written it now.) off to see jess ransom's show ransom's million which was very good indeed. if you like character comedy you'll enjoy this show as it's perfectly performed but also includes a strong narrative arc (pretentious today aren't we?), which not all character shows manage to pull off.

then matt and i went to see nick mohammed and were completely blown away. this year his show is absolutely brilliant. it's funny, inventive, clever and really memorable and you should see it (seriously).

then we went home for a little nap before the show. very odd crowd in last night that included a stag party so drunk that when we went to high-five them at the top of the show, they missed. their flailing hands weren't even close. a few of them passed out about half way through and the rest were just quietly annoyed that there weren't any actual gimps fighting, but there you go. the rest of the audience enjoyed it (i think).

half of us went to silent disco and the others (well, me) went for fish n' chips. the end.

david.

Road to Recovery

A couple of days ago, Team Gimp Fight was in a very sorry state. The excesses of Edinburgh had finally caught up with us all with Dave and Matt (R) suffering from the dreaded fringe flu and everyone else just feeling knackered. Words like 'ropey', 'tired', 'ill' and 'unsettling' were banded about and, for a split second, we thought maybe this year the Fringe would get the better of us....

BUT, as luck would have it, Wednesday was our day off and, after an enormous lie-in we all woke up feeling on top form (except Matt R who still felt poorly but fought on valiantly). The thing about a day off in Edinburgh is that you kind of feel like you need to make the most it and ram it full with as many activities as possible as show days are normally full of flyering and promotion. The great thing about having a show at 11pm is that during the day we really are free to see shows, climb Arthur's Seat and watch mime on the Royal Mile... as promoting a show called Late Night Gimp Fight can really only take place in the evening (last year a child thought one of the Gimps was Spiderman and demanded a picture. Yes. It was as awkward as it sounds.) So, the day off really was just a matter of recuperating (I sat in Starbucks and finished my book which was excellent by the way) and catching the shows that clash with Gimp Fight. We therefore had an awesome evening watching our sketch group buddies Clever Peter and The Beta Males' Picnic. Both shows were hilarious, sharp and slick so definitely catch them!

So that was our day off. Pretty eventful I think you'll agree. Oh, and we got 4 stars in Three Weeks which was nice. All in all, a good day!

In an attempt to get back on the Edinburgh wagon, I tried to catch as many shows as possible on Thursday but failed miserably. Managed to catch Adam Riches' show which was completely out of control but utterly brilliant (my advice would be not to sit on the front row if you are shy!) but missed Tim Vine. Paul however did see Tim and regaled us with as many puns as he could remember.

Dave went to see a show called Operation Greenfield and absolutely loved it, he hasn't stopped going on about it since and has made the rest of us book tickets for it immediately, so we're looking forward to that. It sounds great so follow the link if you are interested. So with puns in our ears, we got ready for our first show in 48 hours. It was a weird feeling as although it was only one day off, it felt like we hadn't performed the show in weeks so the nerves were back in force. As it turned out, the audience were on top form so it was a great show to get back into the swing of things. Also, my comedy hero Frank Skinner was in the audience! So exciting! We finished the night by breaking free of Brookes Bar and celebrating Will from Clever Peter's birthday in the Library Bar. Happy Birthday Will!

Well, the weekend is nearly upon us and almost every gimp has friends visiting so it should be an epic couple of days filled with the Silent Disco, the Boy with Tape on his Face, jagerbombs.... Have a good weekend everyone!

Richard

P.S. To all you people going to the Invisible Dot Club event 'By the Sea', I am incredibly jealous of you. It will be an epic evening. Can you do it in London Mr Invisible Dot?

Response to Guardian article.

On 18th August 2010 this article appeared on The Guardian website. The following is our response.

We don’t normally comment on people’s opinions of our work. We are generally just happy people have seen the show and responded. Positive or negative, for us, live performance is about response and audience reaction.

However, in this case we need to make an exception. Not because we are in anyway annoyed that you didn’t find the show funny (we are a little upset that our complexions weren’t up to scratch, but that’s beside the point). However there is the implication that we are, at worst, glorifying sexual assault or child abuse, and at best, not bothered. This could not be further from the truth.

We think very carefully about what we put on stage. What social conventions are we challenging? How are we asking the audience to look at and challenge themselves? If art is about providing insight into the human condition, then comedy is about doing this through (often involuntarily) laughter.

Our work steers clear of “the middle ground”. We try to make work that is either very silly or very dark. Light observation and “Do you remember when...” are not to our taste or strength. The audience reaction is often intellectual or sentimental – these are not particularly active responses. We like an audience to respond from the heart and then process this. We like causing strong reactions. It is what live performance does best; this is why we do it and watch it.

When we are dealing with the darker sketches in rehearsal we really challenge each other as to who is the victim of the joke. Many of these pieces we have been working on for a year, trying them with audiences and talking to them. These are not gleeful, poorly thought out horror gags.

The second part of the mentioned Sleeping Beauty sketch is very simply a picture of the horrors of sexual assault and is designed to challenge the laugh at the end of the first one. The laugh / groan this gets indicates the audiences’ self-awareness in this moment and the sketch that references child abuse is an extreme moment, but we then acknowledge the fact there is a “line” by announcing it on the screen and punishing the performers immediately.

The one sketch with semen in it is very simply a pun and falls into the silly category. This laugh may well relate to porn’s increased viewing figures, but we doubt that laughs relating to sexual assault and child abuse have anything to do with internet porn. These were both issues in society and the public consciousness long before we were born and not most people’s standard porn fare.

Sorry you didn’t like the show, but I hope you credit us with the intelligence and responsibility we take upon ourselves as artists and comedians.

Thank you for coming.

And thank you for writing about us.

David, Lee, Matt, Matt, Paul, Richard and Steve

Late Night Gimp Fight.

fringe flu

helo everyone.

a lot to report so i'll get through it as quick as i can. first: i'm getting ill. the dreaded fringe flu is threatening to rear its ugly head. it's always the same; towards the end of week three the consistent late nights, hard drinking and terrible diet begin to take their toll. it's alright though, i'm determined to beat it off with a good night's sleep and an arsenal of smoothies. also, we have a much needed day off tomorrow in which i intend to do as little as physically possible. this year i'm not kidding myself that i'll do anything worthwhile with the free time like climb arthur's seat or try to see over ten shows... no no, tomorrow is about rest. and i'm well up for it.

next up the interview we did with three weeks radio is up. here's a photo of one of us being interviewed in the fresh air studios.

a quick word about the show. the sell-outs continue and last night we had our best show yet. the audience were bang up for it from the start so we fed off their energy and the show flew by. we even got a standing ovation! i don't think we'll ever have a reaction as good as that again. it was brilliant.

finally, i must tell you about the most extraordinary show i've seen at the fringe this year. daniel kitson's it's always right now, until it's later. this morning i woke up at 9am (a new fringe record) hungover after the pleasance mid-fringe party and just under four hours sleep. i stumbled across town bleary eyed to the traverse theatre for the show, which started at the frankly offensive time of 10am. but over the next 90 minutes i witnessed one of the funniest, most moving and profound pieces of theatre i've ever seen. as a long term kitson fan i knew it was bound to be good, but this was something else, it was incredible. the show deals with life, love and all the tiny seemingly insignificant but life-altering moments in between. if you see one show this fringe, make it this one. there are very few tickets left but if you can, get hold of one... you won't regret it.

right, i'm off to bed. a proper night's sleep awaits.

david.

short and sweet

What's up gimp fans?

For performers the fringe has really been going for about 2 weeks now. Some of the gimps arrived a couple of Sundays ago to put up posters, sort props and some other stuff and with two weeks remaining, we're at about the half way point. Everyone is feeling the strain of doing massive 2 hour days plus time at the bar and patience with each others particulars is wearing thin. People are starting to get ill, tempers are flaring and Richard's still here.

Still, the show's going well and that's what's important I suppose. The sell-outs continue and we've a day off coming up soon, the holy grail. There's another nice review here.

Also, Thank you to Matthew from Pappy's for

being the only audience member yet to take a picture of our Matt in the intro to the show. Every night he screams "TAKE A PHOTO!!!" and unsurprisingly, until last night no-one had obliged. Until now.

Matt Tizzle.

Time for something completely different...

Simply put, I can’t walk anymore.

It actually hurts to just be sat down.

This is all the fault of the dirty little bastards.

Steve here, the Gimpmaster (director). Two weeks with the boys has done for me. My body hates me. I’m going home.

It’s been a great two weeks of very odd notes and bizarre discussions, but I think we are all very proud of the show. We’ve had full houses and great responses (“Show it again, show it again”).

That doesn’t make it right though.

So here, through the power of blog I lay down my challenge to you boys.

Write next years’ show.

I dare you.

You are all in the same flat. You do nothing until 10 at night. You have a big bag of lube. Write it, write it, write it.

A final thought for each of you before I go...

Chubby Gimp – It’s your fault I can’t walk, never make me catch you again.

Posh Gimp – Write a sketch down, on some paper, it might be funny.

Techie Gimp – Grab Edinburgh and life by the balls, own it and call it Dave.

Sulky Gimp – Stop doing that thing you like to do with ham and the French.

Single Gimp – Shave off the beard, you aint Moses.

...that’s everyone.

Thanks boys.

I miss you in no way at all already.

Stevie

xxxxx

Whimsical Musings

I thought about doing my blog in the third person again but thought its an artistic device I've already used and true performers should always push themselves to a new level... And I couldn't be arsed!

Instead Im gonna talk about some of my favourite moments from this years fringe and there have been a fair few of them so far!

Where to start?

Lets start at the beginning. Apparently that's a very good place to start. When we first arrived, Edinburgh was all fresh and new and shiny and not infested by students and comedians. It's a really beautiful city to just wander around and I'd highly recommend it. Come for the New Years.

Then the festival began and the show has gone really well thus far. The video stuff that took such a long time to do has gone down an absolute treat and made all the effort worthwhile. Result!

Seen some really good shows, highly recommend Adam Riches and Colin Hoult along with Bane and Mcneil and Pamphillon.

Thats all the serious whimsical stuff done.

Now for the dirt.

My real favourite memories.

Every morning Paul and I draw a picture on the steamed up bathroom mirror as a present for eachother. My favourite so far has been recreating The Human Centipede with a certain gimp and his mum and dad but im not allowed to mention his name...

On a similar subject of Richard, we had the Campbell-gate saga of one of this weeks blogs. No one is taking responsibility for writing the list of things Richard might be doing instead of writing. I can hold my hands up and say it wasn't me though I would have been proud of that one! Watch this space for further details...

Lying in bed this morning I heard the saga of the non flushing toilet as 2 fully grown men both tried to urinate at the same time with dire consequences. Quote from Tizzle "It's going on my leg!"

Too many chilli con carnes. We had one last night. It was hot. Very hot. We then did a show where we spend 5 minutes locked in laundry bags. You do the math.

Took a walk up the Royal Mile to see people flyering. It was everything I remember from when I was a student. Man lying on floor covered in flyers? Check. Man stood still as statue with flyers in hand? Check. Amazingly hot girls in stockings and basques, pole dancing with flyers in hidden places? Actually no. There weren't. But if there were I'd be watching that show for sure! In fact I'm gonna go write that show now. After I take this cold shower...

x

Taking its toll

Well, I have now been up in Edinburgh a week and the Fringe is beginning to takes its toll. The bank account is starting to look rather empty and the bags under my eyes rather full but it is, of course, completely worth it! While it may take the rest of the year to recover, a month in Edinburgh that doesn't involve over-indulgence, going to bed as the sun gets up or talking secretly/loudly about a celebrity standing behind you is a month wasted. Bring on the next two weeks! (This attitude may change....)

It was great to wake up this morning to see in yesterday's blog that the gimps were concerned for my welfare and curious as to my whereabouts. In all honesty, I was a couple of minutes away from Brookes Bar (The Official LNGF Bar of 2010) in the Underbelly CowBarn. A really nice outside bar that has lanterns and enormous chairs covered in astro-turf. I felt a bit like a sporty Borrower. All in all, it was a nice change of scenery. So, for those of you playing at home, the answer to yesterday's quiz was: 9 (wearing a blue jumper). The eagle-eyed among you will have spotted that the other options were all tricks to catch you out. I don't indulge in any of them! Well, except number 6 but I might buy some nasal strips. Do they actually work or are they like those wrist bands children wear to make sure they don't feel sick on planes?

Anyway, after a big sleep, all the gimps woke up around midday and split up to see various shows. Matt, Dave and I watch Steve Pretty's excellent show The Origin of the Pieces at the GRV. A really fun hour with a fantastic finale! Catch it if you can!

We also received our first delivery at the Gimp Flat. We're all rather excited about the contents (see photo...)

Right, time for the show. Bye for now,

Richard.

Where is Richard?

Well.

Richard's still out and has neglected his duties once again. He was last seen walking out of a bar having turned his back on the gimps, muttering "As long as it gets done..."

So. What to do...

We could tell you about what we did today (saw shows), what we ate (spaghetti) and how the show went (pretty well) but instead I think we should use today's blog to speculate on what Richard could currently be doing...

1. Eating battered sausages.

2. Grunting like a pig.

3. Being posh.

4. Disappointing everyone.

5. Not doing the washing up.

6. Snoring.

7. Not flyering.

8. Looking old.

9. Wearing his Dad's blue jumper.

10. Eating more battered sausages.

I suppose your guess is as good as ours, but it's bound to be one of them.

Let's see if he manages to do one tomorrow. Anyone care to make a bet....?

LNGF.

sorry

this, i warn you, is going to be a shit blog.

and like most other failings in late night gimp fight, this is down to richard. it was his turn to write one but when he left the bar claiming he was "tired" (at the fringe? tired??) i knew he wouldn't.

so i apologise on his behalf. all there is to say is we've had two more reviews come out... a FIVE STAR from one4review.com. "Deeply and darkly delightful"

and a FOUR STAR one from Fringe Review. "An immensely entertaining hour of sketch comedy"

cheers.

tomorrow's will be better.

david.

pickled eggs

Hey there.

Paul again. Apparently my last blog was very comma heavy, so that's something I'll be watching out for this time around. One there already.

So last nights show went really well. And as a reward we all decided to go home and watch 'The Human Centipede', something we said we'd do after our first sell out, but failed to do after our first night! However, the early night didn't go off as planned, as we didn't start watching the film til two in the morning, largely due to the late arrival of Steve, our director, who would not let us begin the film until we had all downed a pickled egg. What a cruel man he is.

The film itself was something of a disappointment. We felt it just didn't go far enough after it's initial exploration of the idea. We can only hope visionary director Tom Six goes further with the impending sequel.

Despite the film's slight inadequacy in satisfying our baser urges, a good night was had by all of Late Night Gimp Fight. That was until 5 AM, when, at Steve's behest, Matt and I crept into Rich and Dave's room and tried to force feed them the remaining pickled eggs. Immediately we knew this was a mistake. We crossed a line.

After a ridiculous lie-in and cup of tea by way of apology to Rich and Dave, we decided to take in a few shows. Today's highlights included Bane 2, Joe Bone's brilliant sequel to last year's Bane, which he is also reprising this year at the GRV. Definitely worth catching.

After our show, which went pretty well tonight, we dashed off to the Dome to watch The Horne Section. It was a truly fantastic night, with Tim Key, Jeremy Lion and David O'Doherty all performing cracking sets. Try and get tickets for this amazing show, as it is the perfect way to end a long, hard day at the Fringe.

I am scrabbling for a way to end this pretty substandard blogging effort. That's because it's nearly six o'clock in the bloody morning. In fact, I'm so tired, I'm not even going to try and write a vaguely amusing ending.

Stop reading.

Stop!

Let me go to sleep!

Paul xxx

PS We got a nice four star review from Veronica Lee (of The Sunday Telegraph fame) for the Arts Desk. Have a read and get yourself down to the Beside in...17 and a half hours time.

Just don't wake me up before then.

Right on Cue.

Hello, I'm Matt. I'm Late Night Gimp Fight's Techie gimp.

With a heavy heart and a lump in my throat it becomes my responsibility to write the now, quite underwhelming, Late Night Gimp Fight daily blog.

It's 6 days in and I've managed to see a lot of shows and as is always the case with the fringe, I've seen some fantastic stuff, and some proper crap. Thankfully so far, the good has out weighed the bad and my faith in the fringe is still strong.

For my blog I will give you, the general public, a Late Night Gimp Fight exclusive:

LX 1 GO

SFX 1 GO

After Clearance

LX 2 GO

Fade SFX out

Video 1 GO

See, worth waiting for.

For anyone who has seen the show, you may have noticed that by the end of the hour, I'm a sweaty mess standing behind the lighting desk, wishing desperately for a swift end to my miserable existence. This how I normally am and has nothing to do with the show.

Dave has said I have to include some productive information about the show. Sigh. Here's a clipping from the G2 section of today's Guardian talking about gimps. Oh, and our review from The Guardian is online here.

Matt Tizzle.

write-off

today for me was, in many ways, a write-off. it started with a well-deserved hangover after a fairly respectable drinking session in the pleasance performer's bar the night before. then i went to ASDA to do the weekly shop (spaghetti bolognese for seven days), got home and it started to go wrong. i'd planned to spend the afternoon seeing shows but in an effort to reset my system i went for what i thought would be a ten minute power nap. i woke up two and a half hours later feeling even more ropey, and alone in the flat. i'd missed all the shows i wanted to see. epic david fail.

however, the more productive gimps did go and see some great shows... we can fully recommend adam riches, colin hoult at pleasance and the grandees at the underbelly. all fantastic shows that should not be missed.

our own show is in a good place now. it's sold out so far and we hope this continues as it's 2for1 tickets on monday and tuesday this week. we've had a lot of reviewers in over the last couple of nights so keep an eye on our twitter feed and we'll put them up as and when they come in.

tomorrow i am going to see some shows. i promise. power naps are banned from now on.

david.

Lee does a blog.

That's right. Lee does a blog. But in this blog Lee will only refer to himself in the third person.

So what should Lee talk about? A good question. Lee could talk about the trials and tribulations of getting a show up to the fringe, getting it on at the fringe and tweaking it as we go along.

Lee could talk about the great shows he has seen since coming to the festival and the fun time he has had and all the lovely people he has met.

But no. Lee is not going to talk about these things. Lee is going to talk about something else. Something more important.

Lee is going to talk about...

His earring.

That's right.

Lee has an earring.

And judging by the response from the boys in the group Lee may as well be walking around with a tattoo of a swastika on his forehead. He has been vilified. He is now a loner. No one will come near him from the group.

But maybe this isn't such a bad thing. Maybe this will be the making of him. Maybe he will become a loose cannon. A wild card. Dare we say...a maverick...

So watch this space as Lee attempts to see how much further he can be ostracised from the group. It's an earring now. He has a shoe lace thick non practical scarf ready to roll and the hair bands are packed and looking for action. Lee is ready.

Now where is the black nail polish...

hitting our stride

All Aboard!

As i write this i am eating a lovely, well earned Angel cake, having done two shows today. We did our normal show and it all went swimmingly but then we were then enticed into doing a last minute comedy show with some lovely chaps, hosted by Ed from Clever Peter, and starring some fantastic new comedians and sketch groups including McNeil and Pamphilon who we saw today and were excellent. The highlight of the evening was the end where Ed in his typically charismatic way coaxed the people out of the theatre with some lovely anecdotes, my personal favourite being "get out now! just get out!"

This really finished off a lovely day that included, for the first time, getting out of the flat and actually seeing some shows. Everything we saw was of a fantastic quality and gave me a lot of confidence in this years comedy. Sorry- just going to quickly interrupt this blog to let you know what i have just seen/heard from the unknown entity that is Dave, having just sneaked up on Richard wearing only boxers i heard the words "oh god, i have put my balls in your pocket, i wanted it to be funny but it's gone to far!" Brilliant! Anyway after seeing lots of great shows we got ready for our show by having some lovely Chilli Con Carne cooked by the beautifully diabetic mess that is Matt Tizzle. We arrived at the venue and found out we had sold out which was great and we had a fantastic crowd in.

Things are really starting to come together and the fun is only just beginning!

Peace out, one love.

Matt Ralph

P.S Our interview with Hairline Magazine is now online and makes an entertaining read. Answering questions in ten words is harder than you'd think..

Video killed the radio star

I really hoped we wouldn't have to do it this year. I really, really did. But no, today we again found ourselves performing that early Fringe ritual of trawling the charity shops and pound shops of Edinburgh for miscellaneous props and costumes we hadn't accounted for, like so many sketch groups before us. Nice to see the Royal Mile coming to life, though. By the weekend it'll be rammed with festivalgoers, flyering performers and, quite possibly, gimps.

Perhaps the highlight of today was huddling round the laptop to hear Dave and Matt being interviewed on Freshair radio. We even tried counting the number of times Matt snuck in his newly acquired catchphrase "All aboard!", but lost count after about five minutes. Watch this space to hear the interview in its entirety, a nice relaxed hour of music, banter and quite possibly, gimps.

Lee has discovered a new game to play every morning. He thinks it's pretty hilarious to draw portraits of me in a variety of, shall we say, unflattering positions on the steamed up bathroom mirror. I have no idea what he'll have me doing by the end of the month. No doubt it'll involve even more images of inhumane depravity. And quite possibly, gimps.

Just about to have dinner. Pizzas tonight. Matt, our tech, had the Sloppy Giuseppe (I always feel uncomfortable ordering that in a restaurant), and a couple of the other gimps are having Pepperonis. I myself have been allocated a Margherita. Cheers, guys.

Right, I'd better wrap things up. We've got a couple of tweaks to make after last night's show. Nothing too drastic. Then off to flyer the Courtyard dressed as gimps. What happened to my life?

Apparently I've got to sign off with a quote from Matt the aforementioned techie. He's literally said nothing of any interest today until thirty seconds ago, when he yelled "I can't believe you're doing that before the show, you are blogging about us sitting around the flat for 6 hours doing nothing!"

Not true. I just threw a packet of Space Raiders at Lee's head.

Paul.

The Final Countdown....

Having fought my way up to Edinburgh via the Gatwick Express and a horrific Easyjet flight, it was fantastic to wake up at the Fringe knowing that the next few weeks will consist of comedy shows, beer and the odd battered sausage! While the novelty of the Gimp flat may have worn off on the other gimps, I spent the majority of the morning pointing out it's awesome features like some crazed estate agent. We have a filter coffee machine! A flat screen tv! A mug tree!

Once the others had managed to drag me away from the balcony (I know!), we headed to our director Steve's flat for a few final run throughs before our opening preview show tonight. I think we all felt much more confident with our changes and scenes once we'd been through them a couple of times and so, after a quick visit to the Pound Shop to hunt for a gimp lead we returned to the flat for a team meal in order to psyche ourselves up for the first flyering session of the festival. David absolutely nailed the supper and we headed to the Courtyard clad in our new t'shirts (available to buy if you fancy) in order to coax people to come to a show that we were all feeling very nervous about. Our nerves weren't helped by the fact that during the walk to the Pleasance, a local didn't take kindly to a prop sword Dave was holding and declared he was going to "slice and dice us and turn us in to porridge". He may have also said the word shank.

However, the fantastic news we discovered when we arrived was that we had sold out. The audience were great for a preview and have definitely helped us in deciding which bits and bobs need tweaking. As is almost tradition on this blog, I'll leave you with the preeminent words of our technician Matt to sum up how the show went. He tweeted: "Oh dear god. Too many cues, too little time. And I have to stand up for the whole show. And I needed a wee and a drink.' At time of writing he is still in the bar.

If you happen to be free tomorrow at 11am, tune in and listen to a couple of us being interviewed on Freshair radio.

Richard.

tech tock, tech tock...

woke up today fuzzy-headed but excited as today shit starts to get real. i went for a few drinks after our spaghetti feast last night so my final chance to get to bed before 1am for the next month came and went as last orders were called in a pub in the grassmarket. however, it was great to see the clever peter boys, steve mcneil & sam pamphilon and meet rachel stubbings; all very funny people.

this evening we had the dreaded tech run in our venue (the beside) in the pleasance courtyard. as you can see, it may look like a portacabin with multicoloured windmills on it but it's in fact so much more... i think it might also be the hottest venue at the fringe.

technical rehearsals are a notoriously stressful and frought few hours where you have so much to do in so little time. what makes them even more stressful is when one of your cast (naming no names) is still in a plane somewhere between gatwick and edinburgh as the tech run begins. still, eventually richard (oops) made it, an hour and a half late. still, all the gimps are now here and raring to go.

tonight was our first chance to see how much space we have to work with, try out the more ambitious technical elements of the show and to meet the staff at our venue, who were all very nice. these guys (or girls in our case) work bloody hard and don't tend to sleep, ever, so for them to laugh in all the right places as we stumbled through the run tonight was lovely of them.

i think it went pretty well, all things considered. a few tweaks to make before tomorrow but i'm sure it'll come together. i asked matt, our technician how he felt about it and he said "all in all, today couldn't have gone any worse". i hope he was joking. please let him be joking...

we open tomorrow!

david.

the calm before the storm

yesterday (the better looking) half of LNGF arrived in edinburgh. the flat we're staying in is a lot nicer than in previous years. this new level of luxury manifests itself in the form of a shower that actually works, a table to eat at in the kitchen and mattresses that don't feel like prison beds.

today was spent anxiously awaiting the arrival of this year's flyers and posters. for me personally (as i ordered them) this is always an angst-ridden, nervous wait in which i gnaw my nails to the bone worrying if the flyers will look any good, whether the posters were printed in the right size or indeed if they'll arrive at all. thankfully this year went without a hitch and 10,000 flyers and 200 posters are sat in our living room ready to be inflicted upon the people of edinburgh, after which they'll be inflicted upon the bin.




this afternoon matt and i headed out to put some posters up around town. the weirdest thing we saw when walking around was a car that had seemingly been lifted off the road, carried over the pavement and dropped into an alcove adjacent to the pavement. weirder still, if fitted perfectly into where it had been slotted as if a superhuman traffic warden had got creative when noticing an BMW M3 illegally parked one too many times. still, anything and everything is a potential publicity stunt at the fringe so i dutifully jumped over the railings and put a poster on the offending vehicle. job done.

tonight we're cooking the first of what is certain to be far too many spaghetti bologneses throughout the course of the fringe and chilling out at the flat. we've got our tech rehearsal at the pleasance tomorrow night which is sure to be an interesting, if stressful three hours and then we open the following day so these few hours of calm before the storm well and truly breaks are not to be sniffed at.

we should probably mention where and when we're on, come to think of it. we're at the pleasance courtyard at 11pm every day from 4th - 29th (except 18th). you can even book tickets!

well, that's all for now. we're off to eat our (considerable) body weights in pasta. bye!

david.