The Dullest Blog: Comedy ramblings to inspire the dullest moments of your week

Most of my festival experiences as an adult have been the big music festivals – Glastonbury being a firm favourite. My mother and I went together in 1995. We found a guy who’d dug under the wall and was charging a fiver each for the use of his hole. Mum haggled him down to a fiver for both of us, she’s good like that. Ten years later, sat in my friend Jude’s caravan I wished the weather was as hot as it had been in ’95.

However, a thunderstorm that night had felled a tree next to where we were camped and had made an impromptu dam across a stream, and so that morning I awoke to a flooded tent. However, after a breakfast of tequila and magic mushrooms things didn’t seem nearly half as bad. As my friends Paddy, Fil and I strummed on our guitars and Ukuleles belting out a fantastic version of “It’s the end of the world as we know it” by R.E.M., the carnage floating past the window resembled a trippy version of the generation game. Airbed, sleeping bag, cuddly toy...

Four years ago I followed a childhood dream and headed to the Edinburgh fringe. I was unemployed and had £40 in cash and a tank of fuel in my car and nothing else. I blagged passes and little bits of work and managed to survive off my wits, sleeping in my car and on floors, following a dream an being willing to fall on my arse without a safety net – in that month I felt about as alive as can be. Isn’t that what carnivals are all about? Farewell to the flesh?

Bethany Black appears in LOVE AND A COLT 45, Delhi Belly, Underbelly, 6th – 30th Aug. (Not 17th), 23.35 (1 Hr)