Come Flyer With Me: Martin Mor

August in Edinburgh and the war on the trees has begun. Every room has a show in it, every show has a flyer advertising the show, and every show has a team of people to give out those flyers. Usually to people who don’t want to be given a flyer.

Last year I was accosted by a group of posh English drama students. What is the collective noun for drama students? It should be “an annoyance of drama students”. To grab the attention of passersbys, they had one of their cast locked in a big dog crate. I was with my mate Big Dave the Biker, so we picked the dog crate up and carried him away. The poor wee student was terrified. Nothing bad happened; we left him somewhere that he would be easily found. Outside a friendly S&M club. I’m sure someone was able to pick the lock.

This year I am trying a new system of promoting my show; a small explosion that creates a blinding light which burns my show title into your retina, so that every time you blink, I get a wee advert. Plan B is to contaminate all of Edinburgh’s water with a strong laxative, and furnish every public toilet in the town with luxury loo roll. Luxury loo roll printed with my face and show details. Some people would say I have been headed in this direction for years.

Martin Mor will be telling the tale of The Call Of The Golden Frog at Stand II, 8.10pm every day except the 15th. Read his interview with local comic John Scott here