Alex Horne brings show Lies to 2013 Edinburgh Festival Fringe
The bodacious British comedian talks eggs and porky pies
This article is from 2013.
I live in a small village on the Norfolk coast, far from the Edinburgh festival. When I told my neighbour, Eggs (real name, he insists), I was going up for the Fringe he shook his head. ‘I don’t understand young people,’ he cried. I’ll be 40 next year.
People who’ve never been to the festival understandably have no idea what the festival is. Most presume you buy one ticket, like for Glastonbury, and can then stagger round, watching a load of comedians perform in a load of tents. The reality is far better. And far worse.
‘The thing is, Eggs,’ I said the following morning, ‘it’s fun. There are about a thousand comedy shows to choose from, everyone’s there: it’s mad.’ He shook his head again. ‘Listen to yourself,’ he whispered. I tried, but I had finished talking.
Fortunately, I’d been recording the conversation as a voice memo so I could write a column about it for The List and over lunch that day (eggs, coincidentally) I did indeed listen to myself. ‘A thousand comedy shows … everyone’s … mad.’
Maybe Eggs was right. What was I thinking? Why would I leave my idyllic home in a converted lighthouse, my wife and seven children, to go to Scotland and compete with a thousand other comedians for an audience?
Well, the truth is I’m mainly going to Edinburgh to escape from Eggs for a month. He’s a nightmare. And his lighthouse is bigger than ours and he never turns his light off.
My show this year is called Lies. In it I admit that I am, and always have been, a liar. So, in that spirit of honesty I should say that nothing in this article (except for one of the ‘eggs’) is true. Although that is also a lie. So it’s actually all true (except for one of the ‘eggs’).
Alex Horne: Lies, Pleasance, until 25 Aug, 8.30pm, £9.50–£10.50.