Another run and the dead crow is still in the same place, though he no longer looks like he's about to fly away any second. He's gone a bit two dimensional to be honest. But still no one has seen fit to bury him. I'd pay for the funeral myself, but I am keen to see how long the crow will remain and how far his decay will progress. I wish I'd taken photos so I could have done a time lapse film of this once noble creature's public demise.
Back into town tonight to have dinner at a friend's and London decided to be particularly shitty, as if it didn't want me back. The traffic was pretty bad for a Saturday evening and for some reason my street and the streets around with chockablock and there was nowhere to park. There was no football on as far as I could tell and it was 6.30pm, so my only conclusion is that whilst we've been away everyone has bought a couple of cars and London is now gridlocked.
We made it across town to our friends' house. I haven't let my hair down in a while and my wife had agreed to drive home so I had quite a few drinks. It was fun to cut loose. I realised that I had first met my host Tim almost exactly 25 years ago - he was in the first Edinburgh show I ever did, the kids' show "Old King Cole" where I played Faz and he was my feeble-minded assistant twoo. This was the same year that Stewart Lee attempted to masturbate me with the hand of a ventriloquist dummy when I was crying and vulnerable, though Tim was a lot more respectful of my personal space. It's simply nuts that a quarter of century has passed since that first Edinburgh. Back then we stayed up in the city for two months, a month to rehearse and a month to perform, so I guess I first met Tim in early July. We were living in a Masonic lodge, sleeping on the floor, though not in the Temple itself. We did sneak up there though and turned on the odd lights and found strange paraphernalia in cupboards. My first memory of Tim is of him messing around in the temple, whilst my other new friend Ewan recited Rowan Atkinson monologues. I thought they were both idiots. Little did I know I was going to be friends with them for the rest of my life.
Ah well, it was as much fun to reminisce as it was unbelievable that this was the silver jubilee of our friendship and of my relationship with the Edinburgh Fringe.
It's been a while since I was drunk and I thought I might be sick on the drive home. But it was worth the pain that will surely follow tomorrow.
