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.
It was our own fault that we'd had beans for lunch. And supper. In fact it struck me that beans should never have become a campfire staple. As my son continued to sleep-fart it also struck me that essentially we were sleeping in a highly flammable bag filling up with methane next to an open fire. This not being the most relaxing of thoughts - I decided to get up and douse the fire.
I enjoy the unexpected nature of shows at the Fringe, as with one walk up the Royal Mile and you could be sold on ten shows you had never even heard of before. The festival is a wonderful chance to take in all types of entertainment, so my advice is to take a chance on the unexpected, you never know what you might discover.
I perform an award-nominated comedy mind reading show (I Can Make You A Mentalist) which is part comedy sketch show, part mind reading show in which all of the mind tricks are performed by a random audience member and the one of first things potential ticket buyers say to me is "If I come, promise you won't pick on me". I find this mindset worrying...