Tomorrow I compère the Oxfringe April Follies Open Mic Night at the St Aldate’s Tavern from 8ish onwards. Anyone who turns up has the right to shout for no more than precisely five minutes, at which point the magic hooter will hoot its magic and you must drop the microphone and run.
This is one of the few parts of Oxfringe ‘08 that also happened in Oxfringe ‘07, and the only one this year that I’m actually involved in. I think ‘08 organiser Andrew only asked me to be the MC because he wanted to punish me for not helping out, so: in that spirit, do come along and watch me die on my arse.