Don’t compare yourself to others. Don’t compare this year to last year. You should have worn walking boots, not baseball boots.
These are the things I’m saying in my head like a mantra on an endless loop as I stomp the wet, windy streets of Edinburgh, looking for likely punters to tempt towards my show. Yesterday I found three of them just sat in the bar upstairs, which was a great technique but not one I feel I can rely on every day.
Not much else to report – I may save it all up for a reflective blog at the end of the week; nine people in the first show is fairly good for a nonentity like me. Ten pounds in the bucket is less flattering. Let’s see how it goes. All I need is enough loose change for a curry a day, it’s nithering up here.