Edinburgh Festival 2014

God knows I've spent enough of my own money on presenting my show here this month. I daren't count how much. No doubt all comedians here could - collectively - have relieved a small African state from the heavy shackles of debt.
Rob Ward's stunning solo-performance brings to life this heart-aching tale of a young gay man's journey to self acceptance. The play, co-written by Ward and Martin Jameson, is simple yet haunting. It's everything someone should want to see at The Fringe.
My thoughts on this have been very mixed. I too have very strong views on Israel's aggression towards Palestine. But I find myself questioning whether picketing a small hip hop show at an arts festival is the best way to make a demonstration. Does the theatre company's receipt of a government grant really make them complicit in the assault on Gaza?
Flying solo, in a commercial airplane of course, means one thing to me: handling a single point of failure... Tired, strung out on sleep aids, carrying everything I own of current use and value in 3 extremely heavy bags, and on my own with nobody to check behind me for droppings, I find myself again, beautifully aligned for disaster.
It's fair to say I've never slept well. Decades of insomnia, night terrors, sleep walking, sleep talking, sleep apnoea, sleep paralysis and sleep paranoia means, if nothing else, it's a laugh riot sharing a bed with me.
The worlds largest arts festival, The Edinburgh Fringe, is kicking off tomorrow and Benny, Lee and I are back for our sixth year with a show called Viva La Vida Loca Las Vegas. In the weeks leading up to the festival we've been interviewed by a number of publications and I've found that some of the questions we've been asked are a little stale.