Just got back from a few hours at Mark Watson’s twenty four hour show. Watson (and his band of helpers) were quite funny, but a general message for the person either sitting next to me or behind me, you are allowed to wash. I know it’s a twenty four hour show and all, but you can only make that sort of smell after days of not washing, not hours.

More Comedy Festival thoughts tomorrow, along with the longest ever run of entries on this blog ever as I pull an all-nighter in attempt to complete the Coachella Alphabet.