Cor Blimey Guv! It's All Happening!

So, the plan was to carry on catching up with my adventures in Cambodia. I posted the first part and then went off to Vietnam for some ca phe (coffee with condensed milk) and pho bo (beef noodle soup). I know it seems a bit pretentious not just saying the bits in brackets but I love both of these things so much I don't want to trivialise them, so I use the correct Vietnamese words too. But then I don't want to be a prat so I translated them. 

Anyway back in the world. While I was away I got an email telling me that if I really, really, really wanted to make my solo Edinburgh Fringe debut, I had until next Wednesday (16/03) to fill in my registration form and hand over the 'discount' price of £300 for the pleasure.

As hopped up on caffeine and bovine bliss as I was, my hotel in Saigon was not the place to be carrying out such an endeavour. So I saw the sights, had a fabulous mani/pedi that still looks new almost a week later, and did what people do in that fantastic city.

Friday (yesterday) was my to do day. I was too knackered when I got home Thursday night to do much of anything, except load the washer (God I love having a washing machine when I'm away!). 

I was up bright and early, and did everything I could possibly do to distract myself from just sitting down and filling out this bloody form. All my fears about performing at the Fringe kept bubbling up like the worst kind of indigestion, and after all I had errands to run. 

Finally I ran out of distractions, so I switched the laptop on - this was no job for the iPhone no matter how advanced it was - and clicked on the link in the email.

It opened up the page and at first - for about a whole 30 seconds - it seemed simple. Then I began to do things other than type my name. The lovely man who is enabling this show to happen is currently in Adelaide where he's producing other shows, but I had no idea who else to contact when the fifth, or sixth, or was it the seventh hurdle brought me to a complete stop. 

He was actually in a show so couldn't do much to help, I posted a plea on Facebook and the only reply I got was from my good mate Martin Mor who had got himself in a bind with it all the other day. Nothing else to do, I clicked on the 'contact us' part of the page and within seconds an amazing person called Alix at the Fringe Office had remotely accessed my details, asked me for the info that I wasn't able to enter, and in the time it took me to have a wee, s/he had done it all for me! 

All that was left was to click on the 'pay us the money' page, and once that was done and my payment went through. I was spent. It'd taken me the best part of four hours to fill in this sodding form and my brain - still full of soup, coffee and sunshine - was burnt out. So much so, that I fell asleep about 9.30 last night and woke up about an hour ago, at 5pm! 

Then I noticed another email telling me to check and accept the proof, so I've just completed that and sent it off. All done.

Just time to write the show now!

Here's the first of many plugs folks

JoJo Smith

I Was Mick Jones' Bank Clerk

Upstairs at Cabaret Voltaire

18.45pm

15-28 August (inc)