Children are brilliant aren't they? They smile for no reason, dance in the street, cuddle strangers (even when advised otherwise), they say what they mean and they dream big. Children are a big deal at this year's Edinburgh Fringe. Comedy for children and children's theatre seem to be doing fantastically well.
I'm a stand up comedian and actor, and people usually ask me which I prefer. I tend to reply with something vague like: "I like them both in different ways", but this year at the Edinburgh Fringe I've had the opportunity to directly compare and contrast them because every day I am doing a solo stand up show and a play.
This year we are living in the beating heart of the Edinburgh Festival, on the Royal Mile itself. If you haven't been to the Edinburgh Festival, the Royal Mile is what you will have seen montages of on the telly. An endless cacophony of singing, drumming, shouting, strumming, fire-breathing, hula-hooping, banner-waving, self-promoting, whirling desperation
About an hour after we started, I found myself halfway up a rock-face, perhaps twenty feet off the ground, with no obvious way of getting any further up. I was wearing shorts, a T-shirt, black Clarks shoes (with my socks pulled up) and had a backpack on containing some books. I was not exactly properly equipped...
It often only lasts for the briefest of seconds but every regular stand-up comedy punter will have seen it happen. The moment when all emotion leaves the comedian's face for a split second as they glaze over and you would be forgiven for thinking that they are relishing the notion of killing someone. In fact, the truth is far less sinister. We are buffering.