Doing the full run of the Edinburgh Comedy festival is difficult no matter who you are. Even if you hadn’t been in the So You Think You’re finals eleven years ago, were involved in a major car crash ten years ago and got back into comedy in the last two and a half years it’s going to take a lot out of you. The intervening seven and a half years of rehabilitation, physiotherapy and constant exercise won’t make the whole experience easier. The whinging and bitterness that you acquired as a consequence of the accident may, either help or, be even added to during the course of the run.
I don’t know what to expect during my time here but it has to be better than sitting around the house feeling sorry for myself. At least after Edinburgh I may have something worth feeling sorry about. But no that’s not going to happen because the fact that I’ve got off my arse and come here then whatever the next month brings feeling sorry for myself will be less of a part of my life.
I’m not foolish enough to think that I’ll never feel sorry for myself again, I don’t ever expect to make a baked Alaska or end up in a relationship with Halle Berry but those minor disappointments can be easily overcome after challenging myself to do Edinburgh has helped me to overcome the impact that the car crash ten years ago has had on me.
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