FAME!!! DEAN PITCHFORD!! SETH RUDETSKY!!! NEW YORK CITY, BITCHES!!

There was a day that changed my life back in 1984.

None of the people there probably paid it a second thought or have recalled it since then.

It was the day I belonged...yes...lordy...I know, I know...but true...and I pretty sure they didn't know.

The cast of the 'Wiz of Oz' (yes, the people who give the rights to these shows would have been mad to hear that our wonderful director had cherry picked the best songs and script from each show to make one uber high school version) had gone to Mother's Pizza to celebrate our closing. One of the cast members got up to make a speech, he was very cool...almost too cool to be in the school musical...and near the end of his speech he said, "Well, let us just all agree, that Sharron Matthews is Doris Schwartz from 'Fame'."

One might think I should be insulted...she wasn't the coolest or the prettiest character on the TV show BUT in the movie...she was pretty and cool. AND I loved the movie.

So, please imagine my surprise when Seth Rudetsky agreed to have me on his Sirius show again, Seth Speaks, and George, Cooch and I went to sign in the fancy Sirius building on the Avenue of America for the show and just above my name was written 'Dean Pitchford'.

Wait.

I know that name...why why why?

WE were ushered into the waiting room and a trio of gents greeted us...Dean, his husband Michael and their friend were so lovely to us. And I asked his husband, as quietly as I could...if Dean had written the book for Footloose...I remember seeing his name on the front of my libretto...Michael smiled and whispered back that he wrote the score and the book...and all the songs...and that he had won an Oscar for writing the song, "Fame".

Holy mother effing...I could hear George chatting excitedly with Dean about all that he has done...before we go any farther I wanna say that Dean Pitchford is one of the nicest, most modest people I have ever met...and this dude has done some living and working people.

Doing the show was a blast...Seth is hysterical...he is very kind to have me on...the show will feature Penny Marshall, Dean and myself...what the what...I sang a tune...we talked and tried to be funny on the radio...which is a challenge when you can't mug (as Seth pointed out a number of times) and use your hands.

Cooch crapped his pants as Seth sat and watched him play his grand piano...but he rocked it.

The best part was sitting in the interview chairs and listening to Dean tell his wonderful stories.

I had to close my mouth a number of times.

I was just in awe.

Before the show started we were chatting...here...

Seth, Dean and myself in the fancy Sirius Studio!

Dean and ME!!!

And talking about how much we like Sirius radio for the Bway channel...he said that he once stayed in the car to listen to "Make Our Garden Grow" from Candide....and I told him how much I loved the ending of that song when the orchestra drops out and then voices go through these intricate harmonies without music underneath and he got excited and said that he had used that in the end of "I Sing The Body Electric", and he demonstrated it to me...and then I said,  giddily, "You wrote that too...?"

He smiled.

He told story after amazing story...to Seth's delight and to all of ours...

He was in the original production of 'Godspell'.

He played Pippin in 'Pippin' and told stories about what it was like to work with Bob Fosse and Ben Vereen.

His original writing partners were people like Alan Menken, Stephen Schwartz and Rupert Holmes...

He wrote songs with Kenny Loggins, Peter Allen...he wrote "All the Man That I Need" for freakin' Whitney Houston.

He wrote 'Carrie' and when Seth asked him when he knew the original production in London was going wrong...and Dean said, "The first day of rehearsal"...he worked on 'Carrie' for 32 years.

(He was actually there on that day for the release of the first soundtrack of "Carrie".)

He wrote the screen play for 'Footloose'... not based on a previous piece of literature but an article he saw in the paper...and wrote all of the songs...with writers like Kenny Loggins.

He talked about writing 'Fame' and how he came with the idea for "I Sing The Body Electric" ...and I was sitting in my chair...trying not to cry.

What good fortune had brought me to this spot...I could not get over the moment...

What an amazing experience...after the show was done and we all said goodbye and Georgie took our picture...

We all walked away talking about how amazing the whole thing was.

Fame was just such a huge part of my life...of George's life.

Did you know the movie was originally called, "Hot Lunch"?

I DIDN'T!!!!

It was just a moment.

Thank you, universe.

Thank you, Seth.

OH! And thank you to Ward Morehouse III who gave me the loveliest review and then had me on Broadway After Dark TV...

Myself, Ward and a hysterical camera/tech dude named James...so funny....

Life is strange and wonderful...and sometimes effed, no doubt...but mostly an adventure.

The shows I did here were awesome...so many amazing people came out...I enjoyed myself thoroughly...and send out a thanks to all the people who supported me down here!!

GOLD IN NYC!!!

Here are some of the peeps who came out!!

Cooch, Jen Effin WAISER (Pirate Queen)  in the house, as well as the FABU Starr Domingue (so talented)  and the beautiful Trish Lackey (director extraordinaire)!!

My OLD pal Chris Shyer (just played Nixon in J. Edgar!) and cabaret wonder Gabi Epstein!

My love George, THE Cooch, handsome Sion, breath taking Scott, Sassy Perry,  naughty Michael, guy who I loved but learned his name AFTER I had a glass of wine SORRY! and  AWESOME TJ, and  GORGEOUS Kelly...many pals of the SUPPORTIVE AND WONDERFUL John AUSTIN!

The extraordinary Scott Freethy

Me and David (who is a Marcus Nance fan!)

Me and Teresa...also a Marcus Nance FAN!!!

I left this in because this dude is priceless...his name is Shaun...I did him a bit naughty so I had to buy him a beer.....

There were so many amazing people there! So many!!
Tomorrow we make our way back...what a time we had....

 

NEXT STOP!?!? 

South Africa!!!

GOLD 2012...3 countries...4 cities...one more to go!!!

 

GOLD review in NYC.

What a lovely review of my first NYC show last night!! Who would not want to be in the group of people mentioned below?

"Sharron Matthews is the 'Statue of Liberty' of cabaret and comedy!  The roguish and rompish singer/comedienne has no equal in her native Canada or invading America as she did at Flute
Bar this week. Think of Rosy 0'Donnell, Phyllis Diller - and going back to Broadway superstar history, Beatrice Lillie - with a fabulous voice to boot and you have Sharon Matthews!"
       -- Ward Morehouse III, Black Tie Magazine 

How lovely!

It is Monday, September 24th, 2012...what are you doing tonight and tomorrow night?

Come and see me...

http://www.ticketfly.com/event/145839/ 

#GOLD flies into NY for just THREE SHOWS!!! CONTAINS TEASER VID!!

Yes, this kook koo lady has had some rest...I have laid in state...just like fricken Evita...to get my shit all rested up for what? FOR WHAT!?!? NEW YORK CITY!! 

YES, I said it!! NEW YORK CITY in three days...the autumn...crisp air...leaves blowing...hair sprayed down within an INCH of it's life...ah, yes...Sharron in NEW YORK!!

It is my first trip to NY since my awesome, fab, excellent and wonderful sold out nights at Joe's Pub back in 2010.

Memories...light the corners...of m' mind...

I am bringing my hit show straight from Edinburgh and London to a whole new VENUE!!!

Flute Bar and Lounge 

40 East 20th Street 

NYC!

Show starts at 9:00pm on Sunday, September 23rd  and then 8:00pm on Monday, September 24th and Tuesday September 25th. 

Tickets are $25 if you buy online or $30 at the door.

Buy your tickets for any of the three nights here! Links to all nights on the upper right hand side of this page....

http://www.ticketfly.com/event/145835/ 

You wanna take a gander?
Here is a petite (that is the limit of my highschool french...sad times) teaser VID Of GOLD!!! HAPPY TIMES!!!

RAVE Reviews for

 "Sharron Matthews Superstar: GOLD 2012"

THE SCOTSMAN
"A  voice as big, beautiful, and varied as her native Canada."
"I thought she’d burst a blood vessel – or that I would, from laughing."
- The Scotsman 4 Stars **** named "HOT SHOW"



http://www.scotsman.com/lifestyle/performing-arts/review-sharron-matthews-superstar-gold-pleasance-courtyard-1-2459042


THE SCOTSMAN
GOLD named one of the TOP CABARETS of the 2012 Fringe.

http://www.scotsman.com/lifestyle/music/news-and-features/edinburgh-festival-fringe-top-cabaret-shows-so-far-1-2458959


Broadway Baby
"By the time the show is over, it seems like it has just begun. Matthews’ ability to banter and get familiar with her audience makes them feel like they only just got to know her. One thing is certain, Sharron is pure Gold."
- Broadway Baby 5 Stars *****

http://www.broadwaybaby.com/listing.php?id=16588&refresh=true


Three Weeks Edinburgh
"Brilliant comic timing and phenomenal vocals, showcased in particular during a genuinely heartfelt rendition of Radiohead’s ‘Creep’, showed Sharron to be more than just a dazzling disco diva. Fabulously flamboyant and full of energy, this side-splitting show is pure ‘Gold’."
- Three Weeks Edinburgh 5 STARS *****

http://www.threeweeks.co.uk/article/ed2012-cabaret-review-sharron-matthews-superstar-gold-climar-productions/


The New Current
"It would be hard to find the slightest of faults in this show delivered with class, originality, and passion, Sharron Matthews is a breath of fresh-air and produces a show that has the packed house roaring."
-The New Current 5 Stars *****
Also named one of the 50 Tops Shows of Edinburgh Fringe.
Sharron was named "Woman of the Year" by the 2012 NEW CURRENT

http://www.thenewcurrent.com/2012/08/17/top-50-edinburgh-fringe-show-2012-review-sharron-matthews-superstar-gold/#!prettyPhoto[Gallery]/0/

The Curtain Up Show
"Sharron Matthews is a refreshing, bold, extremely talented and naturally comedic performer. It is encouraging to see a cabaret show being performed with raw, natural, witty, dynamic talent. Sharron Matthews truly is the Superstar!"
- The Curtain Up Show 6 STARS ******

http://thecurtainupshow.wordpress.com/2012/08/13/sharron-matthews-superstar-gold/

Funny Women
"This is one of those shows that sum up the art of Performance, with a capital ‘P’.  Sharron is 100% Performer with a capital ‘P’ and a huge stage presence."
-Funny Women 4 Stars ****

http://www.funnywomen.com/magazine.php?a=547


Scotsgay
"Her voice is superior too and the choice of music certainly shows her range. Performing classic songs and adding a unique twist, or occasionally throwing out the original tune and rebuilding a song from scratch – there are many stand-out moments. Personal favourites included beautiful new arrangements of ‘Sweet Child of Mine’ and ‘Love Stoned’. And I adored what she did with the hitherto innocent sound of ‘Hotel California’."
- Scotsgay 4 Stars ****

http://sgfringe.com/2012/08/11/sharron-matthews-superstar-gold/

One4Review
"Once again, Sharron Matthews delights in an all-too-quick hour of top-class comedy cabaret. She welcomes every audience member as they come in, instantly putting people at ease and you just know you’re going to enjoy the next hour. Her rapport with the audience is a joy and she has us eating out of the palm of her hands."
-One4Review 5 Stars*****
http://one4review.wordpress.com/2012/08/06/sharron-matthews-superstar-gold/

George + Sharron Forever. 18 Years.

As of tomorrow George and I will have been married for 18 years...18 years of this. What would I do without him? I love him more than cheese, chips, swimming, summer, music, writing, feeling thin, lots of money and any other awesome thing I can think of. Thanks to the universe and my Dad for sending him to me.

Team #GOLD goes to 10 Downing Street...SERIOUSLY!!!

There are many perks to being in the entertainment industry.

Just to be clear, there are also many "i just got shit on in the middle of a typhoon" moments also...not that we are an overly dramatic, mercurial and generally over-the-top people or anything...let me just say THAT before we go any farther.

But, there are many exciting things that I have gotten to experience because of my work or my travel...like going to the White House lawn on the 4th of July and meeting Bill Clinton...well, George actually shook his hand. AND getting the Secret Service tour of the White House. Pretty cool.

But yesterday...was the fucking shit. And I mean shit in the good way.

We have a dear friend in Stratford, named Dirk,  who was so excited that we were coming to London and he wanted us to meet his half sister while here...she and her hubby to be...so, a couple of days ago, we met them for drinks in Leicester Square. Hit it off. Thank friggen god! Because those situations can always be daunting...

Bob, who is the hubby-to-be, is a cop...a Bobbie...a copper.

He has an awesome accent, a wicked sense of humour and an amazing tolerance for wine....but I digress...

He is marrying Tracey, Dirk's wonderful and lovely half sister.

During the time we sat on the patio in the kookoo Leicester Square, Bob asks us if we might want to go and see 10 Downing Street...the house of the Prime Minister. 

Well, if you walk down Whitehall you can gaze down Downing Street...past the gates, the military with machine guns and what not...and ALMOST see the house.

I guess, until Margret Thatcher was in office you could actually drive down Downing Street...but then someone tried to off her...a number of times...and then they put up a lot...a lot of barriers...so, it is a military zone, really.

People stand out front of the gates and look in...BUT NOT US, BITCHES!!!

YES! This hee haw group of Canucks...George, Cooch and Myself...Team #GOLD (without our fabu UK counterparts who are busy already onto a NEW project! Check out www.climarproductions.com for info about "The Last Session!) got to follow our Bobbie pal, Bob and go past those gates, past the military, past the check points into the inner sanctum...what the eff!??!?!
Super big deal.
SUPER!
Unbelievable!!
Thanks to BOB!
Look at us GO!

OUTSIDE THE GATES! FILLED WITH EXCITEMENT!!!

YES YES YES!!!

WE MADE IT THRU!!! THE OTHER SIDE!! I AM BEYOND EXCITED!

George is trying to keep it calm...so many GUNS and seriousness!!

 

All of the police and military were SO VERY KIND AND LOVELY!

WHAT!?!?! HERE WE ARE!?!?!?

Yes, I am in disbelief!!! We had to wait to go to the door because there was media for some kinda Cabinet reshuffle...people fired and hired...

COOCH, TOO!!!

COME IN!

LOOK AT US!! George was terrified that the touching the door would set an alarm off....yes...I am in sneakers like a mid western gal...but you GOTTA WALK ALL OVER LONDON!!!

Oh ya, I also met this DUDE!!

Thanks to BOB and Tracey, who took such wonderful care of us and showed us the sights one might not see on a regular tour...so kind and so generous.
LONDON has been so wonderful and welcoming...except for that Bitch at the National Gallery...who inspired a very popular blog post (NO$$$ SCORE 10!)
And this tour yesterday with Bob...which was ALL FOR FREE!! (NO$$$ SCORE 11!)
 

"FREE FUN IN LONDON" Challenge and the Bitch at the National Gallery.

So, the last notes have been sung...the piano is put away. Hermine Ginggold (my fancy dress) is in her travel bag. It was an amazing London weekend. Really! The show at the Tristan Bates was SOLD OUT! And the Longacre was fabulous and cabaret-ie and ALSO SOLD OUT!
30 shows. 4 venues. 3 countries. 
And NOW we (George, Cooch and Myself) move onto leg TWO of #GOLD! Thanks to Rob, Huw, Anjale and Simon. here in the UK! Team #GOLD rocks. ROCKS!

BUT that is not what THIS blog is about...not totally. 

This blog is EVENTUALLY about a bitch that we met at the National Portrait Gallery.

Yes, George, Cooch and I met at the Westminster Abbey today to do some very exhausted sight seeing. 

After we found out that is effing £16 to go thru a CHURCH!!! A CHURCH!!! AN abbey, people..WHATEVER! This seems wrong...there is a different line up for people paying cash and others paying by credit...two different queues...WESTMINSTERCRABBY! (STOLEN from The Simpsons)

Jesus Wept...and then tried to buy a ticket to my London shows...but they were done...so he is now on TicketFly.com buying for New York City in two weeks....

But I digress...we decided that our challenge, on this beautiful London day, would be to see the sights as cheaply as possible.

It looks like Ben has been photoshopped and that George photobombed.

And WHAT a challenge that is, my friends. I LOVE me some LONDON but this town is EXPENSIVE! (Last week George and I went to see the Dark Knight Rises and it cost $85...for a MOVIE!!! I just about plotzed.) SO, yes, it is a challenge...but a challenge that we are just tired enough to embark on and then get pissed off about at numerous junctures.

We started carefree and gay (used here with the old school meaning for all three of us...) as we marched thru one million foot traffic barriers in St. James Park because of the Paralympics. You see, George really wanted to walk down the Mall...that is pronounced Malle...rhyming with Gal or Pal...or GalPal if you wish...he wanted to walk down the Mall to Buckingham Palace...it seems a small wish...and was a tall order, it turns out.

We got to the Mall and a young lady who was wearing a security parka (and was none too happy about it in the 29 degree heat, let me tell you WHAT!) and protecting said Mall from the likes of us, told us, very kindly and with great humour (though she looked terribly fucking overheated from wearing that Paralympic parka) that we couldn't walk on the Mall...we could walk back and forth across it a number of times, looking at the castle as we passed and then pretend we went the whole length...but that was the best she could offer at this time. I applauded her sense of humour and feel like I got some local stand up comedy for free. (NO$$$ Score!)

So, we turned back into the park and amused ourselves by making art on the instagram. (NO$$$ Score 2!)

Here are a couple of the works of art we came up with.

You are welcome in advance.

George got a topiary crown and I think I am on ANTM.

This is for our friend Mike Bickerton who is afraid of birds...showing that there is Danger EVERYWHERE. See the levels...Cooch in the front...the birds in the centre....George looming, surprisingly, in the back....see...you are welcome.

Then we thought we might break the bank a BIT and go through Buckingham Palace.

£18.

Really.

REALLY?

Does she really need that money?

We decided to stick to our original plan.

We looked at the outside.

Beautiful.

Imagined the inside (NO$$$ Score 3!)...which we already kinda saw during the opening ceremonies when Daniel Craig went and got the lady who is overcharging for tours of her home and he threw her out of a helicopter in a cocktail dress. Just saying.

Moved on.

We thought, "Hey! Maybe we can get on a bus and spend a bit of money and get the most bang for our buck!"

£26 for the tour bus...which, granted, the ticket lasts for 24 hours and there is a boat tour AND a walking tour...but it just seemed a bit too steep to really justify fitting it into our original challenge.

So, we grabbed a cab for 5 quid and got the driver to tell us a couple of anecdotes about driving during the Olympics. Lots of "throw up" stories. 

So, we got a ride to Trafalgar Square and some storytelling for £5. (Some$$$ but still SCORE 4!)

WE were now looking for inspiration...and it came in the form of the door to the NATIONAL PORTAIT GALLERY...yes, people, we are getting closer. 

We go into the cafe part and have a bit of expensive tea and a £3 scone (Cooch likes his with just the clotted cream, George likes his with butter and jam, Me with clotted cream and jam. Just FYI) but justify the expense because A: we are starving and B: The Gallery is FREE! (Sort of NO$$$ Score 5!)

I love the National Portrait Gallery in Edinburgh and this one is no different...well, it is different in that it is in London with different portraits... LOVES.

WE went up to the very top of the building and started with the Tudors...portraits of Henry VIII, Catherine of Aragon...and all the young ladies who lost their heads to Henry's lust for...well, for lots of stuff...and as we stood in front of portrait of a young monarch who didn't live to see his 11th birthday, I commented on how it was brutal to be royalty back then. You either died young of the dread diseases from being inbred or someone shoved you away in a tower and/or hung you or  maybe you were offed by some other person/people who wanted the throne. So, it was kind of shit, really, to be royal back in the day, no matter how awesome the pantaloons, the castles  and the cash were.

George and Cooch (and, of course, myself, who NEVER misses a chance to laugh at my own questionable jokes) shared a chuckle...I think theirs was a pity chuckle...but again, I digress...

Now, before I continue on, I didn't scream this out...it was a quiet joke between the three of us...I am not a idiot...and you gotta admit...you had kind of shit odds of living long as a royal back then. 

AND this woman who was KINDA near us wings around and comes all up into our personal space, stares at us, right up in our grills for a couple of minutes,  and then asks us in an accent I can't quite place ...where we are from...with a VERY superior attitude. 

I feel that this will be a very special moment.

I say we are from Canada.

She says, "Ah, you are laughing at all of this because your country doesn't have any history. You don't understand (and here she indicates all of the portraits around the room) what it is like to have culture. You are new and so you have no understanding of these things."

George and I remain quiet...mostly stunned and then turn to each other...then I say, "We have a lot of history in Canada...we were actually part of this Dominion that started...um....(here it is clear that I have no idea what I am talking about really, but I am getting mad and feel that I need to say something smart-ish...then)...wait, why am I justifying myself to you?"

She says, "London is where all culture gathers...it is all right here...everything is here...you only have to walk a few blocks to see where all history began...you don't understand." 

And she is NOW physically looking down her nose at us.
(May I add here that our dear friend, COOCH, has sidled away like a mouse from a stomping horse...probably wise...probably wise.)

I ask her, "Are you from London?"

She say, "Yes."

I say, "You know what? Someone who is elitist, who feels like they OWN the culture and history, and wishes to give the rest of the lovely people who  live in London a bad name would  say something like that...How small minded...ironically." Okay...I didn't say the small minded part and I wasn't even close to being eloquent...I was sputtering and spitting out words...please give me a pass...I have been trying to be funny everyday for over a month. It is taxing.

George, not ready to get too far into it on a name calling level simply says, "Actually, we were enjoying a private joke, because we have senses of humour. That is what we have in Canada. Which YOU clearly don't understand." 

(NO$$$ SUPERSCORE 6!) 

She starts to talk about how much she loves Canada, WAY TOO LATE, and George is looking so far over her head he can see France (which is south, right?).

I just want her to disappear.

Which she finally does...after trying to back pedal for far too long. 

Go away, small woman.

What a bitch.

George said he wishes Auntie Pat was present...that woman would not have know her own name after chatting with Auntie Pat for a while. Sigh. 

WAIT! Imagining Auntie Pat taking that lady to task.

(NO$$$ SCORE 7!)

So, we walk around the building imagining what we should have said, what Auntie Pat would say...looking at beautiful portraits...and observing that the high waisted pant guys really needed dance belts...

NOT a good angle for me...but you get the idea....they look like they have bananas in their pants...they do...

I don't want to go on too much longer...but the three of us wandered around for hours...looking at the theatres, opera houses, Covent Garden, beautiful stores, gorgeous buildings...we laughed, talked and looked for free Wi-FI...Pret a Manger (NO$$$ Score 8!) and during these times we found...

The "Loo of the year".

They have awards for everything. I wonder how many stars it got and if it read like a 5 star.

Incidentally...it smelled overwhelmingly of pee, here.

(NO$$$ SCORE 9!)

AND, happily, we put the questionable pillow that Cooch slept on in Scotland back out into the world...to be free...and bring joy to others...now THAT is just priceless.

Am I wrong?

Am I?

Thanks for making us challenge ourselves London!

You are filled with awesome people, beautiful sights, lots of free fun...and one bitch of a woman who owns ALL the culture. 

Who knew?

Edfringe 2012. Done like dinner. Holy Eff.

So many stars...what does it all mean? AWESOME!!

Oh. My. Sweet. Lord.

I am so effing exhausted.

George and I are ensconced in our dear friends' home in Lambeth (in London) and I am reflecting on the last few weeks and, I am not going to lie to you people, I feel a bit like I have been physically assaulted but not in a totally bad way...if there is such a thing...

31 days in Edinburgh.

24 shows.

12 promotional gigs. Gigs ranging from 10 minute bumps of your show (trying to craft the best 10 minutes to entice audience members to come on out) "Best of the Fest" shows, "Pick Of The Fringe" and a fancy turn for the Edfringe proper for "Friends of the Fringe" at the Virgin-Mobile-Bank-Fancy-Building-in-New-Town (this is the only way I can describe it...it looked a bit like this...to give you an idea)...

...to me hosting the List Magazine opening party (they called me a compere...SO fancy) from 10:30pm till 2:00am...yes, you read that right...and then hosting the Waverly Cares night at the New Town Bar...which was amazing...from 8:00pm till 10:30pm...so many things...so many gigs...so much talking and singing...so little sleep...the energy is so all consuming...it makes it hard to sleep when you actually have the time. 

So...where were we...31 days...24 shows...12 promotional gigs...and one scotch a day...to keep me honest....or just a little bit drunk...I am not sure which, really...really.

Team #GOLD out on the Mile and in the Pleasance Courtyard every LIVE LONG DAY!! Filling my houses everyday! I had the best houses of all the peeps that I knew! Never a shit house! THEY WORKED THEIR ASSES OFF!

Rob Harris, the producer of awesomeness.

Huw Allen, the assistant producer of excellence.

Simon Sanders, the husband/pitch hitter/flyerman for Rob

and my dear love of my life...George Masswohl.

I CANNOT convey to you the time and planning that went into every day of selling.

Every other artist WISHED they had a Team #GOLD. Other artists went so far as to try to poach TEAM #GOLD. 

YOU BETTER NOT.

Just...well, so lucky was I.

And to Anjali Kale (Queen of all Things Technical/Stage Management) I give my deepest kisses.

And then...to Cooch...we rocked the shit out of that shit, Cooch. LOVES. Loves. Loves.

TEAM #GOLD!

One of my greatest joys was being present at Michael Hughes' first show at the Edinburgh Fringe and the last...he was amazing to begin with...but the growth that happened because he had the chance to perform his show 20 times in a row in front of an international audience...lord, it made me cry. I remember this day.

The day (Five Years AGO!) I had him on "Sharron's Party" and then I sat there 3 days ago and watched him kill it in Scotland...holy fuck. 

I just wanted to have the Canadian Gov't see all these great things, these audacious acts of creativity...other artists should get the chance to do this and not have to sell his or her left nut to do it.

SO MANY Canadians in Edinburgh this year....so many young entrepreneurs out there...via NY....via London...via Scotland...via Vancouver...so many...doing their thing...branching out...seeing  the world...and getting the chance to see the work of so many other artists...and being inspired. Being shocked...being surprised. So many things.

Now, please clock the fact that I have had two scotches and one glass of wine and a wonderful meal prepared by my dear friend Tober, who takes me in this time of year and soothes my frazzled and tired soul. I cannot thank HIM enough.

This year I learned many things.

That I will continue to find a great way to pace myself yet still give 100%.

I will forever try to perfect that.

To stay stay stay in the moment...even when the lady in the front row is going through her purse...or a lady is gettin up to pee as I getting to one of the most important moments of my show....or as 12 people have a conversation with me when I ask a rhetorical question.

To roll with the vibe the audience is giving off...it is probably not what I planned by why the fuck fight it....give in...as Lola says.

WAIT!

Please let me interject...that I saw David Effing Hasselhoff do his "one man show"...yes, there are quotes...my god...what the ....when will we ever...what just...I have never been a part of something like that. High camp...then a dude trying to be take seriously doing a Bob Seger duet as a ballad...and then bringing out a neon Berlin Wall and knocking it down with two crusty lash-ed (yes, you know what I mean) blond skank dancers. Oh my sweet lord.

There were two hundred of us...and when we exited flyerers said to us...as they, obviously, handed us flyers..."Yes, that just happened...but so is this in about an hour...and it will probably be better.".

My god.

Life here is a trip.

A fabulous trip...but a trip all the same.

We had great houses.

We sold out a number of times.

We laughed...I cried...we drank...we slept at 5:00pm a number of times...we always had a Sunday night game of Celebrity that turned ugly....

Rob, Fiona and Simon play CELEBRITY!

We celebrated...commiserated...knocked on each others doors for comfort...and ate dinner together almost every day...and it was magic.

What an amazing month.

I thank the universe and TEAM #GOLD.

What a time we had.

A few final thoughts...some that may not be popular...but what the scotch?

I think the landlords of the accommodations are fucking bleeding acts dry...for not a lot of quality service...but what kind of service would be enough for $5000.00 for the month...yes, you read me right...$5000.00. It is a sin and a crime, really. People know it is just a part of what happens...but please! FOR ARTISTS!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!!

I feel that the chasm that exists between the big comedy acts and the rest of the festival is as big as the fucking grand canyon...uh oh...it is like a whole different festival...a BIG ACT comedy festival perhaps...how does one compete with banners the size of the Titanic? One doesn't, really.

Thanks to the Pleasance for being such an amazing venue...I have dreamt about being a part of your roster...and it was amazing, really. The tech crew, the venue manager...all the Pleasance people...and the experience was just stellar. Special shout out to Theo, Tom, Aisha and Lindsay who worked in my space and Xander, Elise and Tim...who worked downstairs!! You guys are top drawer!

Lord...I am feeling sleepy...I have my London gigs this Friday the 31st and Sunday the 2nd to get all ready for!

Check here for the times and venues! COME ON OUT!!

http://www.climarproductions.com

Here is the POP Up version of the last week as I fall off to sleep! Night all! And thanks Edfringe 2012!!!

Cooch's instagram of some of our neighbouring acts in the Pleasance Above and Below!!

Cooch's Instagram of me and my European Stalker...who I love...Kris!

Chris and Abby Collins...at BEst of the Fest

More Above and Below!!!

George is a pirate at Celebrity this week!

We miss our dogs. George met Buddy on the Mile.

Tired and Kooka!

Charlie's Angels of the Tesco

Outside the Cowgate Rooms...we are monsters...

Sweet Love.

Time to go home...yes...it is. We shall miss you...but our time is over!