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Monday, 5 August 2013

'Sup, gimp fans?

Paul here.

Oh dear.

It's begun.

Five days into the Fringe and the air in Gimp Towers is thick with tension.  And the damp from Rich's room after he left his skylight open during a thunderstorm.  But mainly tension.

You see, it all began this morning.  Lee and Rich, in an attempt to get buff this Festival, completed their first Insanity Workout, with Matt and I filming the whole thing (soon to be available for your viewing pleasure on our video blog).  Once the spectacle of watching two very out of shape men attempting squat thrusts and suicide jumps had worn off, Rich decided to call it a day and hit the shower.

And that's where it all kicked off.

You see, a few days ago, Matt noticed the lock on our bathroom door is essentially there for show, meaning any kind of privacy goes out of the window (well, it would do if our bathroom had a window).  This led to him and our now London bound technician Dan developing a process they like to call 'delousing'.  And guess who was their first appointed victim?

That's right.  Yours bloody truly.

I'd like to point out at this juncture that we gimps are, despite impressions, a fairly cleanly bunch, and therefore never been struck down with any kind of lice (well, apart from that time in Galway...) However, once I'd finished my shower, Matt decided to find the oldest, dirtiest broom he could find in our utility room and brush me down with it.  Whilst I was still showering.  Dan then thought it would be a great idea to start throwing sugar over me, to "prevent reinfection" as he called it.  Needless to say another shower was needed.

But the fun didn't stop there, oh no.  The delousing process began again.  In total I had four showers that morning.

Which bring me to this morning.  When Matt and Lee went too far.  And decided to film the delousing process on Richard for the video blog.  Now Richard, as evidenced in his defence of the aforementioned WWE Wrestling title, has the patience of a saint.  However, the prospect of his delousing being made horrifyingly public in the name of fun pushed him over the edge.  The air turned blue.  And tense.  And damp.

So Lee, in an attempt to further wind up poor old Rich, has taken a vow of silence.  And guess who's having to pass messages between the  two parties? You guessed it.  I hope they can resolve their differences before the show tonight...

Speaking of the show, last night went well, a few microphone mishaps notwithstanding, and we had a lovely crowd in - cheers gang! Also we got our first review; four stars from Broadway Baby, which you can read here.

That's all from me.  I'd better go and mediate.

Peace out.

Paul x