This morning I am recovering from my worst gig yet at the Fringe: my pitiful attempt to rock the karaoke room at the Rockstar Games Party last night. I chose Phil Collins’s In The Air Tonight, and insisted that the reverb be turned up to 11 so I sounded “like Megatron”. Boos commenced. The humiliation was made all the worse by the fact I had to go right after Tim Clare’s award-winning rendition of If I We’re A Rich Man (Da-Da-Da-De-Da-De-Da-De-Da-De-Da).
But all is not lost- it turns out I’ve had two more four star reviews for The Three Stigmata of Pacman, courtesy of Three Weeks Magazine and Fest. I am super stoked about this, and as soon as the cackling spectre of Phil Collins leaves my head, I will celebrate with a pack of cocodamol and a can of Irn Bru.
