Coupladaysago, was working on the Fringe script, all finished, just fiddling, trying to find the very last drop of funny. Or, depending on your sense of humour, the very first drop of funny.
Was sitting in front of telly, laptop on top of my lap (wonder if that's where the name comes from?) and Smallest Grip by my side. Who wriggled. Onto the keyboard. And, the delete button started deleting...page after page vanished, one letter at a time...
Turns out that shouting "noooooooo-ooooo" and manically pressing random buttons does not embrace your inner computer engineer or restore the only version of the work you have. I am a naturally "pale and interesting" individual, but, "pale with hint of panic" is not a becoming look.
Yes, I know I should have had a back up. Yep. Got it. And, where were you on Monday with your Helpful Suggestion?
In the absence of an actual script, I have concentrated on the frippery. And spent time embroidering incontinence products, and, adding sequins. Tena should totally stock this look, it is becoming no matter what shade your pee panic induces.
Above is a pic of my contribution for the Big Fat Festival Bribe for The List Magazine (http://edinburghfestival.list.co.uk/article/52486-attention-2013-edinburgh-fringe-shows-looking-for-coverage-send-us-your-bribes/) winner gets a mention in The List. And, hopefully, folk would come and see the show because Everyone Important Reads The List (gratuitious suck up, just ignore it. Unless you are Niki Boyle, in which case, look at how sincere I am, and I love what you've done with your hair)
Hopefully, the winner of the Big Fat Festival Bribe also gets a floppy disk on which to save important pieces of work.
Sheesh.
(don't fret - I did have one old version on actual paper, an abundance of scribbled notes, an addled memory, and some helpful suggestions from people who laughed when I said "where do I put the floppy disk?". So, it'll all be alright on the lunchtime)
Was sitting in front of telly, laptop on top of my lap (wonder if that's where the name comes from?) and Smallest Grip by my side. Who wriggled. Onto the keyboard. And, the delete button started deleting...page after page vanished, one letter at a time...
Turns out that shouting "noooooooo-ooooo" and manically pressing random buttons does not embrace your inner computer engineer or restore the only version of the work you have. I am a naturally "pale and interesting" individual, but, "pale with hint of panic" is not a becoming look.
Yes, I know I should have had a back up. Yep. Got it. And, where were you on Monday with your Helpful Suggestion?
In the absence of an actual script, I have concentrated on the frippery. And spent time embroidering incontinence products, and, adding sequins. Tena should totally stock this look, it is becoming no matter what shade your pee panic induces.
Above is a pic of my contribution for the Big Fat Festival Bribe for The List Magazine (http://edinburghfestival.list.co.uk/article/52486-attention-2013-edinburgh-fringe-shows-looking-for-coverage-send-us-your-bribes/) winner gets a mention in The List. And, hopefully, folk would come and see the show because Everyone Important Reads The List (gratuitious suck up, just ignore it. Unless you are Niki Boyle, in which case, look at how sincere I am, and I love what you've done with your hair)
Hopefully, the winner of the Big Fat Festival Bribe also gets a floppy disk on which to save important pieces of work.
Sheesh.
(don't fret - I did have one old version on actual paper, an abundance of scribbled notes, an addled memory, and some helpful suggestions from people who laughed when I said "where do I put the floppy disk?". So, it'll all be alright on the lunchtime)