OK so the blog got a little forgotten about over the past few days. The last week of action was a bit draining and the missus was over too so sneaking away to write this was a bit of an impossibility.
However, it's Sunday 30th August and it's OUR LAST DAY!!!! The great news is that, as I write this, it's more than an hour before the show and we sold out over an hour ago. In fact, we sold out 4 of the last five days and 8 of the last ten. All very impressive for a silly little show, loosely based around a flightless antartic bird. We checked the stats and, from the 1,135 tickets we could have sold over the whole Fringe, we sold 1,003. That's just under 89% for you budding mathematicians out there. We're all quite pleased. Thanks a billion to everyone who came down, saw the show and was so good to us. There are so many shows and we're still a little shocked that you chose to come and see ours.
We had our last team meal in a lovely place called Under The Stairs (more info here) which I can only recommend hugely to anyone who enjoys nice food and a cool atmosphere. Pretty cheap too. However, they did start playing loud house music during the main course. I don't think it was to make us eat quicker. We all tried to get pretty mangled after but everyone was too tired, except for Ben, who once again went out looking like a reject from MGMT. John was in a bit of a foul mood as he'd been called 'smug' at a Penny Dreadfuls gig by some tool who was upset that he was laughing too loudly. What a cock! Matt fell asleep cradling a bottle of Carlsberg, which was duly replaced with a ketchup bottle which he awoke to this morning.
Luckily, Mr. Farnan's been doing well too. He sold out WAY in advance yesterday and is on his way to such a situation again today. Should be a nice relaxing run-up to my 10pm flight home.
With that all said, I suppose it's time to sign off on this blog. I know I only made five posts in the end but I hope that anyone who's been following it has enjoyed reading about the underdog struggle that has been our Edinburgh journey: tech screw-ups, venue disasters, bizarre penguin suit thefts, 12 sell outs from 23 shows, 89% of tickets sold, cross-dressing (oh yes!), flyering like mo-fos, laughing like Eddie Murphy, getting some great reviews and watching one penguin walk in at the wrong moment 48 times in a month. It's been special.
A HUGE thanks to Ciara, Daire, Hugh, Sinead, Emma, Emma, Hannah, Simone, Barry, Dan, Ross, Tim, Sam, Ferdia and Isabelle for the help flyering (and for Hugh and Daire bringing our t-shirts over like a pair of wonderful pack mules). It was such a massive help to have extra hands on deck and we couldn't appreciate it more, even if we suck at saying thanks properly.
Of course, lastly, I should thank John, Matt and Ben for having a little faith at the right time and then coming together to create an amazing show which I'm so proud to be associated with. Anyone who's seen it hopefully realises, like I do, that there's so much more coming from all three of these guys (even if Oliver the Penguin doesn't really have any lines... or hands). Even more than that, they've been three amazing people to share a slightly bizarre but hugely rewarding experience with and, though I'm ready to go home, I already can't wait to start working towards Edinburgh next year.
Now, just to get the lads to write "A Betrayal of Penguins 2: No Time Like the Pheasant."
Cheerio!
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