The Dave Weekly podcast

I could go on and on of course, but for reasons of brevity rather than that I can’t think of any more, I won’t.

And now, thanks to this week’s Dave Weekly Edinburgh Preview, you can add a new favourite to the list, that of the bumper podcast episode. In what is already being tantalizingly billed as “more crowded than usual”, Episode Three features four fully formed funny people, all dangling the tasty, deep fried carrot of the Edinburgh Fringe Festival before our hungry eyes. Far be it for me to say, but we don’t half treat you well here. It’s enough to give you intellectual heartburn.

Dropping by this week are Tony Law, Josh Widdicombe, Sara Pascoe and Marlon Davis. I say dropping by; don’t be fooled by my flippant tone, these comedians were most certainly booked to appear. Dave Towers is NOT the vibrant hub of well-known comedians just milling around being hilarious all the time that I make it out to be. In fact, most of the time it’s just me standing by the coffee machine, trying to make small talk with a girl from accounts. She doesn’t half lead a busy life though; forever washing her hair (often 7 nights a week) or performing household chores such as shampooing the curtains (not a euphemism, as I’ve discovered to my cost) to the point where she’s nary a night free to see me. I’m no fool though, I know what it really means: accountants have extraordinarily high personal and domestic standards.

Not that this has anything to do with our guests of course. None of them have invited me round to their homes, often with good reason, so I can’t comment on their household setup, but I can vouch for their well kempt-ness and pleasant fragrance in person. As far as I’m concerned, they’ve all got futures in accounting should they so wish. As it happens, I don’t think any of them do, but I did have to lean in perilously close to Sara Pascoe to confirm this and breathe deeply of her scent, which I could tell by the dilation of her pupils caused her some consternation. Ever the professional however, she played dead until I got the message. Tony Law on the other hand did question my insistence on grooming his beard, but I could tell from the way he punched me that he secretly liked it.

Anyway, I’m writing gibberish again. I’d better stop before I’m poached by the Daily Mail team.

See you in Edinburgh, podders xx