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'Say Something Nice' - A social experiment

noreply@blogger.com (Simon Feilder) — Fri, 20 Jan 2012 16:53:00 +0000

January is a depressing month. That's just a hot fact so there's no point denying it. We're all fat and hungover from the festive season, broke and with nothing to look forward to until it's the spring. Then there's blue monday, the SOPA fiasco and Celebrity Big Brother. MAKE IT STOP.

In order to combat the January-until-Spring blues, I have decided to try and uncynically (I know, right?) spread good vibes throughout the land. Everyone loves a compliment. I know this more than most, given that my life is largely spent seeking validation from strangers. So I have decided to start giving some back. Complimenting strangers. Creepy, right? I hope not.

I've made some cute little card s and the plan is to write bespoke Nice Things on them and hand them to strangers - in a cafe or a bar or on the tube or at a Zumba class or pottery workshop or comedy show. Maybe not all of those. I hate comedy shows.

While it would be great to selflessly hand out tiny smiles and move on, it's not much of an experiment without results. So, on the back of these wee cards is my twitter handle. Hopefully that might make me look less mental. And maybe people will look it up. And maybe they will read this. And smile again. I'll try and tweet the compliments after I've given them out. #SaySomethingNice.

I have no idea what might happen, but if it makes someone marginally less glum on a rainy day, that's fun right? I can't believe I typed that either.

And if you're reading this because I gave you a card... well I hope it brightened your day some... let me know!? (if it had Tippex and something offensive written on it then I didn't do that, sorry).

(if you are reading this as my epitaph, the experiment has failed).

Twas The Season

noreply@blogger.com (Simon Feilder) — Wed, 18 Jan 2012 23:33:00 +0000

We did it guys. We made it through the festive season alive. I'm assuming we're all alive, unless they have finally laid that fibre optic cable in hell. I imagine Rupert Murdoch has that on his to-do list either way...

In case you are one of the world's-population-minus-1100 people who have not seen, Life Of Si made you a special Christmas treat. Point your eyes at it:

"That's so great Simon, but I want more AND I WANT IT NOW!" I hear none of you shout. Well, a little while after that video made the internet explode so hard it had to be reset, we released a little treat to celebrate getting a thousand views. It's not a lot, but it's surprisingly hard to achieve if you're not a cat or a baby.

The leftovers. Noone wants them, but it's a shame to throw them away. Bloopers, out-takes & unused shenanigans from the above 'Xmas' clip. MAKE ROOM.

Had a little holiday to Budapest. Now need a holiday.

noreply@blogger.com (Simon Feilder) — Fri, 06 Jan 2012 13:52:00 +0000

It seems apt that I should follow-up my last post, entitled "Keeping Regular", with a 6 week hiatus. That's everything you need to know about me right there (full CV available on request (allow 28 days for delivery)).

There's a lot to cover in the period twixt then and now but let's start with some highlights of an Exciting MiniBreak Adventure Mission that I went on in December, accompanied by fellow Idiots In Need Of A Holiday, Sy Thomas & Tom Bell, to BUDAPEST.

We put the "icular" in funicular railway

A lot of people would imagine a winter minibreak to encompass heat or a beach or warmth or sun or a temperate climate or the southern hemisphere. Not I. At some point it seemed a great idea to flee grey, frigid rainy London and head to off-white, sub-frigid, similarly damp Hungary. The key is the change of scenery.

And what scenery. Budapest is divided into 2 sections: "Old" Buda and "new" Pest, either side of the river Danube. (I copied that sentence out of the tourist guide). Buda has lots of shiny old shit and awesome buildings and Pest has dingy streets hiding hella-sweet bars & dubstep clubs. (Sentence model's own).

DO YOU SEE? DO YOU? WELL DO YOU?

Since it's not a part of the Euro, Hungary is still relatively cheap and visiting midweek meant a complete lack of Nicknames On The Back Of Shirts And One Man Dressed As A Penguin stag dos. Which is a win. In order to redress the balance we spoke loudly in English, were mostly drunk and killed a horse with a Kalashnikov.

Pest is home to most of the fun stuff, including an array of "Romkocsma" (ruin pubs) which are extraordinary places, mostly hidden behind unassuming doorways and those plastic curtains they have in meat lockers where detectives discover dead bodies in films. Home to cavernous drinkeries bedecked with all manner of art and weirdcrazycool shit, they really have to be seen. I think we went to 4 different places, all totally different but equally huge and awesome. One place had an upside down room WHATTHEEFF right? I know.

I didn't take this. Imagine us there. With Maria Ozawa.

One of the most picturesque sights on the Pest side of the river is the Széchenyi thermal baths. Ginormous old ornate buildings, craterous outdoor pools oozing steam, hot japanese girls paddling (not sure if they are *always* there). We enjoyed a delightful afternoon here, lazing around in whirlpools, saunas & steam rooms. The guide book said "don't take valuables" so we left the cameras behind and thus have no photos of this amazing experience. It turns out the baths have the most futuristic locker system I've ever seen involving programmable wristbands. Sadly I can't show you a photo of them either.

The road to ruin

"Simon, how have you gotten this far without talking about local alcohol and food you silly prick?" noone is thinking (ok maybe the last part). Get onboard, here we go. The biggest local tipple (or at least the one they squirt down tourists) is called Unicum and tastes pretty much exactly like the happy spray of that cartoon charcter from Dungeons & Dragons. Mixed with burnt toast. It's a horror show what makes Jagermeister taste like winning the lottery. But y'know... when in Rome.

The tarmac on that road

After Croatia's successful Burek discovery, I was bang up for finding a Hungarian gastronomic treat of equally epic proportions. My wish was granted by Lángos but sadly it tasted like sugared shit. It looks like a pizza, but the base if effectively a massive doughnut coated with sour cream, the cheese on top is not melted and I only opted for added frankfurters to distract my palate from sicksploding. Obviously I ate the whole thing as it was late and we were about to enter a dubstep club that we wouldn't leave until 6am. I'm like an Eastern European Bruce Parry.

In spite of the bone-shattering cold (or more exactly my inability to prioritise function over form in clothing) Budapest was an absolute wintery treat. I can think of no better time to visit the baths (do call ahead to find out about the Japanese girls) and there were Christmas markets all over the place serving hot wine and apparently some other things but really just drink all the hot wine.

AND THAT IS WHAT I DID THIS ~~SUMMER~~ WINTER.

Keeping regular.

noreply@blogger.com (Simon Feilder) — Wed, 23 Nov 2011 11:00:00 +0000

Mum, Dad, this is Alexandra.

Well, that post about my Croatia visit didn't turn out too shit, so I thought maybe I'd try and write a little thing every "week" (in some cultures a week lasts 23 days) about my "adventures" (driving on motorways alone). In an ideal world it will be a bit like Alex Sim-Wise's page in Front magazine, but from a bloke's perspective (well, mine at least). And with less pictures of Alex Sim-Wise's tits. (no promises)

Then ideally once Front magazine realise what a motherfuckingcrazyrocknroll lifestyle I lead (driving on motorways alone) they will give me my own page. And it will have pictures of Sim-Wise's tits. This may or may not lead to us dating, it's too early to say. PRETTY FUCKING GREAT NEWS, HUH?

Grown men rigid with excitement.

Most of the last couple of weeks have been spent trying to find time to sit alone in my flat and pretend to be the Indiana Jones For A New Generation™, Nathan Drake in the ball-explodingly awesome Uncharted 3: Drake's Deception. I've only had a couple of decent sessions on it so far, but it has not disappointed. The second game pretty much redefined my idea of how good video games could be (read: how superfluous girlfriends are*) and this one looks set to Fosbury that shit without blinking.

Comfort. Unless you're blind.

Gig-wise it's been a fun and busy couple of weeks. Whilst on the road I was lucky enough to visit the World Famous Comfort Cafe (you've obviously heard of it?) whose website claims "Great people like World War II veteran fighter pilot Douglas Bader and Beirut hostage Terry Waite have been known to pop in for a cuppa..." Call me Jimmy LoftyTastes, but I'm not convinced a legless war vet who did time in Colditz and a man who spent years chained to a radiator are the best arbiters of 'comfort'. Suffice it to say, the chairs were wooden and the coffee was fine.

"And this is the spare room..."

I was also in Milton Keynes where the toilets were confusing, a cabaret night in Highgate where the jukebox was amazing and at the delightful Loddon Mill Arts, which is effectively a converted mill connected to someone's house in a small village. To get backstage you walk through their kitchen. I particularly enjoy this "mountain to Mohammed" approach to live entertainment. You often find the funnest venues in the smallest towns because (serious tone of voice) they are run by passionate people whose chief driving force is the arts, not selling drinks. One day I'll turn my flat into a venue for bands to play. Just goes to show that with a bit of imagination there's plenty of ways you can use your apartment as an entertainment complex...

*unless they also play video games. DAMMIT.

Croatia Calling

noreply@blogger.com (Simon Feilder) — Thu, 10 Nov 2011 13:45:00 +0000

A couple of weeks ago I got to travel to Croatia for a series of gigs, as part of an event called 'London Calling'. I'd never been there before and my knowledge of history, politics and World Cup football is so poor that I had no idea what to expect. Come with me then, on an epic journey to uncharted (by me) Eastern Europe. With photos. And some jokes. But mostly photos.

Me, Adam, Danny, Elena, Luca

There were 4 of us heading off on this adventure: Adam Crow, Danny Ward, Elena Procopiu and myself. Elena is a bit Romanian so we thought she'd have a head start, which I think is about as ignorant as assuming a Frenchman would have a headstart in Wales. Rugby notwithstanding.

We arrived in Rijeka, at a tiny airport made of old grey weathered concrete where people were drinking beer on a balcony and waving as we arrived. In a good, welcoming way, not a Club 18-30 foam party way. I was excited.

Grown men excited by snow

The coastal part of Croatia where we landed was quite beautiful and the weather was delightfully temperate, so immediately we headed away from that lest our dour Britishness be tarnished. After a series of motorways and tunnels through mountains we arrived in Narnia. There was snow on the ground. I was more excited.

Our Man On The Ground for this part of our trip was Luca. He plays rugby for the national team. We found out. After plying him with drinks. He tried to play it down but my lack of sporting knowledge meant that I assume he is basically the Croatian Beckham. With less hair.

Tasty tasty obesity

As far as food goes, I had no idea what to expect from our host nation. I had suspected potatoes, meat, pastry and cholesterol would play a large part in the national gastronomy and boy was I not disappointed. Before we'd even arrived at our first destination of Zagreb, Luca had taken us to eat 'burek' at "the best place in town". It's kind of a cross between a pasty, a kebab and a heart attack, filled as it is with cheese or 'meat' (we didn't ask). The classic accompaniment is a yoghurt, which seemed weird but somehow worked. When in Rome, right? Suffice it to say the burek was delicious and had late-night drunken indulgence written all over it. (Can you feel the foreshadowing?).

Adam doing the business in Zagreb

Our first show was in Zagreb, capital of Croatia. Sadly we didn't get to see much of the city as no sooner had we arrived at the hotel were we wandering aimlessly around trying to find the venue, a nice little bar whose name now, as then, eludes me... Thankfully the bar was full of eager comedy fans who spoke excellent English and our trepidation was swiftly quelled as the first laughs came... We couldn't have asked for a nicer first show and all of us had a great time.

Sweet nectar

Post-show we were treated to another Croatian delicacy. Can you call alcohol a delicacy? The hard liquor or choice in this part of the world is called 'rakija' and comes in a variety of flavours such as honey and ICantFeelMyFace.

Sweet! Neck tar.

Our hosts were very hospitable in this regard and thus the rest of the night is memorable only via photos. Like a murder commited under hypnosis. Thanks Croatia! We were also surprised to find that smoking indoors is still legal. It was an odd throwback to how comedy clubs must have been 10 years ago in the UK. I don't smoke but the novelty factor alone made it worth a photo. (I don't miss smelling like a bonfire the next day though).

The next day we hit the road for the 4-hour journey to Osijek, in eastern Croatia. Luka handed the reigns to Vaz, who was to be our Guy for the next 3 days. Vaz once won the Croatian version of TV show 'Survivor' which was a fact-nugget to rival Luka's rugby bombshell. The drive from Zagreb to Osijek was basically One Long Road but we passed through a lot of beautiful countryside and looked at old stuff out the window.

A thing of beauty.

One thing that is prevalent in Croatia is coffee. They love coffee. I think I drank somewhere in the region of 427 cups while we were there. And it's not been infiltrated by Starbucks yet (They do have McDonalds though. Sorry) so it's served in regular sized cups rather than vats bigger than the human stomach. Just look at this presentation in a MOTORWAY SERVICES. Buck your ideas up Welcome Break. Some people may have visited a war museum. I took pictures of drinks.

Osijek is the 4th largest city in Croatia and it was here we were to perform the next 2 nights at a lovely 200-seater theatre. Before that though, there was the small matter of food. Yes, we're teetering on the edge of this becoming a food blog, but with scant spare time in a foreign land you have to focus on what you're good at. I've been eating for more years than I've been telling jokes although they both often involve a lot of shit falling out of my mouth.

The meat cellar.

We were taken to a huge wooden door that led down some stairs into a gorgeous basement restaurant, where we were fed an enormous meat feast and I got to overuse the phrase "postprandial nap". There were fears that we could be being fattened up in a sort of human fois gras situation before having our kidneys stolen but these fears were soon put to bed. As were we, in our postprandial naps.

Hello Wembley.

The gigs in Osijek were a delight. 2 sold-out nights at a fantastic theatre where people were excited and enthused to see comedy. It's so nice to perform shows where the audience is on your side before the show even starts. I imagine that must be the joy of big success. Until you're playing Madison Square Garden or Wembley and it's impossible to judge what's funny. Or maybe I just get booked to play the wrong clubs. Either way, everyone did great in Osijek and we were afforded a fantastic reception.

Osijek town square.

During the 2nd day in Osijek we visited the local library where they held a Q & A session for local students about the shows we were doing and comedy in general. It was a fun diversion and let's face it, any excuse to get out of class is a win.

Team Burek

After the show on the 2nd night we did a radio interview with some local university students, who also took us out to show us the highlights of their city, which included an underground jazz bar, rakija, local beers, more rakija, a secret bar opposite a brothel and late-night burek (told you). Everyone was so hospitable it was a bloody treat.

And so the final day arrived. Bleary-eyed but kidneys intact we piled back into the minibus for the 4-hour drive to Zagreb, then another 2 hours to Rijeka for the final show. Elena had to head back to London before this show, so we were joined for the final leg by Croatian native Andrea Andrassy, who was rather impressively doing the gig in English. This was definitely preferable to us doing the gig in Croatian.

Andrea + crazy opulent setting.

Our time in Rijeka was short, but we managed to squeeze in 2 shows in one night at a spectacular venue which was an idyllic setting for this British manchild to utter the phrase "jealous otter fisting" to an innocent foreign audience including a 14-year-old boy. I'm like a missionary.

A brief visit to the event organiser's jazz bar (who doesn't love a jazz bar) rounded off a great evening and a fantastic trip: Awesome shows, lovely people, delicious burek. Thanks for having me Croatia! (When can I come back?)

AND THAT IS WHAT I DID THIS ~~SUMMER~~ AUTUMN x

OK... just one more festival...

noreply@blogger.com (Simon Feilder) — Sun, 25 Sep 2011 15:00:00 +0000

With Edinburgh tucked away in the back of the cupboard it's time to sleep and detox. Right? Oooooooor how about spending a few nights in a tent fueled only by cider and bad food? It was just what my broken body needed - a trip to the Isle Of Wight for Bestival.

Thankfully my corporeal welfare was swifty forgotten and the festival fun times continued in a fantastic comedy tent filled with excellent comics (and me).

The weather played ball on day one, then threw a fit for the rest of the time, drenching everything, blowing tents over and making me stroppy like a teenager.

Thankfully I got to see Pendulum, Jungle Brothers, Dr Syntax, Modestep and a whole bunch of other fun stuff like a massive treehouse.

You may notice I have also fallen foul of the Applying Filters To All Amateur Photography To Disguise The Poor Quality Of The Picture game. Yep, it's great fun. I'm using MyTubo for Android. If you've got an account I'm here. Otherwise most of the pics are also on my tumblr.

You blinked. You missed it.

noreply@blogger.com (Simon Feilder) — Sat, 24 Sep 2011 16:31:00 +0000

The AAA Team (Pat is disguised as a light) & crew

Holy shit. Edinburgh Fringe happened. It was super fun-awesome-tiring-amazing-hard-elating-exhausting-wet-dry-beautiful-ugly-Scottish.

I hope you came and saw me doing some jokes somewhere. Or maybe just pottering around looking lost. I'd love to say I'm back to normal but I'm pretty sure my body clock has now broken like a spring that has exceeded it's elastic limit (B in GCSE Physics!).

If you'd like to take me somewhere hot on holiday any time between now and Christmas that would be amazing. Answers on a postcard

27 nights, 27 shows, 27 smoothies, 316 cups of coffee. Aaaaaand breathe. Well, breathe briefly then get back to gigging...

Life Of Si's Guide To Edinburgh

noreply@blogger.com (Simon Feilder) — Sat, 24 Sep 2011 15:36:00 +0000

Life Of Si returns! With another city guide. To Edinburgh. Where there was a festival last month. Never knowlingly topical...

Who is the president?

noreply@blogger.com (Simon Feilder) — Mon, 18 Jul 2011 17:30:00 +0000

In the day and age of constantly updated news and info feeds, where you can track my thoughts, movements and whims on an almost hourly basis, be it via twitter, tumblr, facebook or (you knew it would happen) Google +, the idea of an all-inclusive website update seems somewhat archaic. But maybe you are a recently awoken caveman like in the classic movie California Man or that other similar one with Mel Gibson. If so, WELCUM 2 TEH INTRENETZ.

If you do prefer this sporadic communication rather than daily pictures of everything I eat, why not put your e-mail in the box up top and have this delight sent to you every few weeks?

At this point in the year most things are like a ramp leading up to the Edinburgh Festival. And I'm like a shitty Evil Kneivel pelting at full speed towards the Grand Canyon. It seems likely I'll get hurt, but dammit I'll look cool trying...

Since last we spoke, I did a delightful gig in a huge festival tent at Norwich Laugh In The Park festival. A man took some pictures of me looking deranged (see above). Sweet.

I also went to Stonehenge for the Solstice celebration on a whim and met some awesome Asian ladies. We are now BFFs.

My old buddy Nat Coombs runs an excellent podcast called Americarnage, which he allowed me to guest on last month. I think my enormous knowledge of American sports really shines through*. *This is a lie.

I also did a very loose "gig" at Sonisphere Festival. It was kinda like a pennance for getting a free ticket to the festival, which was, thankfully, awesome. There are no pictures of me performing (that I am aware of!) but I took loads of mediocre pictures of the bands.

And that is about it for this "newletter" (haha, remember those from THE OLDEN DAYS?). If you're in Edinburgh in August, it is your duty to come and see me. I have bought some new t-shirts to sweat through. It will be awesome.

Schwebsite

noreply@blogger.com (Simon Feilder) — Tue, 24 May 2011 18:08:00 +0000

The problem with writing "news" updates on this website is that some of the time they just read "I did some gigs, I will be doing more gigs". Much like Imogen Thomas. I guess that's the difference between general "things wot are happening" blather and "here's a funny story about a thing that happened to me on a train" blog posts. And I tend to boil the latter down to 140 characters.

With that said, it's been a busy month or so since my last "newsdate". (Don't think that's a word combo keeper. Sounds like a night out with Moira Stewart) I have been up, down and across the country. And in my Most Exciting Overseas Comedy Adventure to date, had an amazing weekend in Tenerife involving mostly comedy but also some sweet waterslides.

What's that coming over the hill (Arthur's Seat)... it's EDINBURGH. Our poster is finished, and it looks great. So, here is the exclusive first-look hot-off-the-press peek. Obviously revealing it here is like revealing a fallen tree in an empty forest (not dissimilar to my appearance last month on a Jewish radio station during passover daylight hours...), so I'll bang it on facebook later in the week. For anyone confused as to why I'm dressed as Pocahontas, I'm not...

I can taste the spring in the air...

noreply@blogger.com (Simon Feilder) — Fri, 01 Apr 2011 15:00:00 +0000

Dammit, it's been too long since last we spoke. Hello mum. Months came and went like a curt prostitute and the clocks have gone forward. YES. Darkness, I smite thee!...

Highlights of February included someone doing an excellent drawing of me on tumblr. The eyes even follow you around the room, like a predatory Mona Lisa. Awesome!

Holy shit what happened to March too? I had some ace adventures in the really-far-away Aberystwyth and the far-away-but-you-can-fly-there Isle Of Man. I attended a burlesque show and realised I don't really get burlesque. I watched that Rebecca Black video and immediately regretted it. And I guested on a podcast called "Every Other Movie" by my friends Tom Goodliffe and Broderick Chow.

So what does April have in store? Well, my first appearance at Brighton's Komedia for a start. Ditto Chiswick Headliners. So that's exciting. You should come along to one of them. I'll buy you an ice cream. In Chiswick. Also at the end of the month I'll be in Edinburgh & Glasgow saying words like "ha neck!" and "ken" to blend in.

In super-exciting Edinburgh Festival news I have been chosen to appear in the compilation show "AAA Stand-Up" along with Pat Burtscher and Joe Rowntree. It's a pretty high-profile show at one of the best venues in Edinburgh (Pleasance Courtyard - they have great hot dogs) so I am psyched to be a part of it. More news as it breaks...

Twenty Thousands And Eleventy

noreply@blogger.com (Simon Feilder) — Wed, 12 Jan 2011 18:30:00 +0000

Christmas? Check. Birthday? Check. New Years? Check.
No more glutinous celebrating for 12 months? *sobs*

Well, the festive season has come and gone sadly, and now I must attempt to stop eating and drinking everything in my path. This is proving tricky since it's the most depressing time of year and for Xmas I got Call Of Duty: Black Ops & a machine endorsed by an ex-boxer that makes me want to eat toasted sandwiches for every meal. What could be better? This.

So far this year I have experienced my first ever popcorn cannon, travelled to the (unofficial) top of the country on a whim, made my hair into a quiff in a fit of boredom and eaten about fifty toasted sandwiches. Have I mentioned the toasted sandwich problem yet?

However, wheels are turning and I am slowly but surely springing into action. Like a really rusty Ram Man action figure. I have plenty of gigs coming up over the next few months, so why not swing by and we can swap toastie recipes or tips on overcoming S.A.D.

Meantime, be sure and follow my mood swings on twitter or come and wallow with all the other lonely teens over on tumblr. IF WE COMBINE OUR POWERS WE CAN DEFEAT WINTER TOGETHER!

Welcome to the Twenteens™. Let's do this.

Festivus Chrismukkah!

noreply@blogger.com (Simon Feilder) — Fri, 24 Dec 2010 17:46:00 +0000

We made it! Good job guys. High fives. Help yourself to a chocolate from the tree. Light a candle. You know, do whatever...

Holidays are here, and it's nearly time to celebrate the most important birthday of the season. Mine, on December 28th. Thanks.

It's been an awesome year full of exciting times. I've done a lot of jokes at 224 gigs in total, in Los Angeles, Edinburgh, Guernsey, Wales and even Swindon.

See you in the two to the oh to the one.... yeah 2011, you get the idea.

New Internets, pics, gigs.

noreply@blogger.com (Simon Feilder) — Tue, 02 Nov 2010 17:24:00 +0000

Oops, it's been a bit too long since my last "update". Sorry about that, people who read this. Hi mum.

This month I had to get some new photos done for Spotlight and stuff. This one is my favourite by so many miles.

So, I've been busy twatting around everywhere doing some jokes. That's good news. I'm still doing that. Check out when and where and come and say hi.

For a minute it looked like I was in danger of using my free time for something constructive, so in order to curb that likelihood, I started a Tumblr.

It's like a blog where teenage girls write lots of "dear diary" emo stuff they'll only regret in 10 years time, and other people post pictures of naked ladies. I'll be doing neither (read: definitely both), but figured it serves as a nice middle ground between "official news" here (yes, that's what this is...) and random blather on Twitter. I'm gonna try and post pictures from gigs and other general crap that I see, make and do.

In other news, Merry Christmas?

Whiskey Business

noreply@blogger.com (Simon Feilder) — Tue, 28 Sep 2010 17:04:00 +0000

Yes, that pun is real. I make no apologies. Sorry.

This month has mostly been brought to you by the lovely people at Bushmills Whiskey, for whom Sy Thomas and I made some cheeky little videos and did an interview-y thing, for their "Bushmills Brothers" campaign. You can watch it all over on facebananas. We're not actual brothers, but we do share clothes, argue a lot and sleep in bunk beds, so I think it still counts.

Here's an ickle trailer. (My eyes are open in the actual video)

And here's the interview bit. (And another glorious still frame of me)

You can watch more vids over on the Bushmills Facebook Page.

Also this month I am going to do some jokes in Scotland, Switzerland, and Wales (twice!). It's like a world tour booked by someone whose atlas is missing most of its pages. Sweet!

Beer Pong Is In The House

noreply@blogger.com (Simon Feilder) — Wed, 15 Sep 2010 16:20:00 +0000

Soooooo... Edinburgh Fringe is all done. We're back, rested, recovered. Well, almost.

If you missed the show, then you missed an introduction to your new favourite game. Well, almost.

Edinburgh Update

noreply@blogger.com (Simon Feilder) — Tue, 17 Aug 2010 12:57:00 +0000

Well, we're nearly halfway through our Edinburgh Fringe stint. I love saying "stint". We're still in one piece, albeit one slightly snotty piece as I type this.

We've done a fee wee press things so far, which I have collated here, like an OCD mother with scissors and a fridge to fill:

The show is going well and people seem to be enjoying it. Which is good news. You should come. It's on at The GRV at 6.40pm until 29th August. I don't want it to sound like bribery, but there is a really strong chance you get a free fridge magnet. Hello!

Edinburgers!

noreply@blogger.com (Simon Feilder) — Mon, 02 Aug 2010 19:14:00 +0000

The time has (nearly) come. The bags are (waiting to be) packed. And everything is (close to being) finished.

The Edinburgh Fringe Festival 2010 is here!

Myself and Sy Thomas return to the city of hills to reprise our roles (it's acting, yeah?) as 'two daft-haired indie bell-ends who live in same house and behave like idiots' in our new show 'Life Of Si: Si Harder'

You should definitely come and see us if you're in town. If you're not, charter a plane. Or a boat. Or one of those railway hand carts. That would be sweet.

We're on from 5th - 29th August 2010 @ 6.40pm at The GRV, 37 Guthrie Street, Edinburgh.

You can buy tickets here!

Here's a little trailer. Get it up in your eyes...

Life Of Si Hollywood news and Edinburgh previews

noreply@blogger.com (Simon Feilder) — Wed, 07 Jul 2010 16:15:00 +0000

Life Of Si has returned from LALALand, tanned and like, totally, like, ohmygod unaffected! That’s so hot right now!

Suffice it to say we had an amazing time at the inaugural Hollywood Fringe Festival doing fun shows, making great friends and generally dispelling as many teeth/bowler hat/chimney sweep-based rumours as we could…

LA Weekly reviewed our show, comparing us to The Smothers Brothers (we think this is a good thing) and saying we were, “amiable, eccentric, self-deprecating… an act of delightfully nutty repartee.” Nice.

As part of ‘The British Invasion’ we also won the LA Theatre Review Award for ‘Best International’ and the Hollywood Fringe Award for ‘Best Comedy’. Double nice.

Following the lovely reception our Guide To Leciester video received, we decided to put together a special Life Of Si Guide To Hollywood, which opened our show in LA.

And finally… no sooner have we shaken our jet-lag (we haven’t) than we start previewing (what will become) our 2010 Edinburgh Fringe show, Life Of Si: Si Harder at these times and places in London:

Weds 7th July - Hen & Chickens, Islington (7.30pm)

Thurs 15th July - Falling Down with Laughter, London Bridge (8.30pm)

Thurs 22nd July - Found Objects Band, Camden

Sun 25th July -Etcetera, Camden (8.30pm)

Sun 1st Aug - The Albany, Great Portland St (8pm)

We’d love to see you there. Bring 7 friends! Free badges and hugs!?

SI FIVE!

Life Of Si - Guide To Hollywood

noreply@blogger.com (Simon Feilder) — Wed, 07 Jul 2010 00:09:00 +0000

Following the lovely reception our Guide To Leciester video received, we decided to put together a special Life Of Si Guide To Hollywood, which opened our show in LA:

The British are coming!

noreply@blogger.com (Simon Feilder) — Wed, 23 Jun 2010 20:30:00 +0000

In fact, we're already here...

But in case anyone didn't know, we put together a little trailer for our Hollywood Fringe adventure... TELL YOUR AMERIFRIENDS!

LALALALALALAnotlistening!

noreply@blogger.com (Simon Feilder) — Mon, 14 Jun 2010 12:05:00 +0000

It’s happening. It’s real. Life Of Si is headed to the Hollywood Fringe!

COME AND SEE US! Or at least tell your American friends to come… and to bring 10 of their BFFs. Pleasethankscheers.

We’re on at 5pm from 17th - 27th June 2010 at IDA Hollywood, 6755 Hollywood Boulevard.

You can buy tickets here!

Life Of Si Hearts Corn Snacks (they are NOT crisps)

noreply@blogger.com (Simon Feilder) — Tue, 11 May 2010 15:47:00 +0000

If you ask me what food I can always eat (and you should), it comes down to two very simple choices. Or ideally a combination of them both: Pizza and tortilla chips. Death row chefs take note.

So when Life Of Si heard that Doritos wanted people to make them an advert which might be featured on real actual TV, we lept at the opportunity. They may have also mentioned a £200,000 prize fund, I forget the details...

In The Bag - Simon Feilder Sy Thomas from Doritos on Vimeo.

Wanky Goes To Hollywood

noreply@blogger.com (Simon Feilder) — Thu, 22 Apr 2010 09:12:00 +0000

In what can only be described as "clearly some kind of clerical error", Life Of Si has been invited to appear at the innaugural Hollywood Fringe Festival, running from 17-27 June 2010.

In Hollywood. The real one. In LA, America, The World etc. I KNOW, right?

We'll be performing an hour(ish) show featuring all of (y)our favourite things from last year's Edinburgh show plus some special Hollywood treats.

If you could bottle excitement, all of our bottles would be overflowing and broken. In a good way. Not in a "festival tent" way.

Life Of Si at Wordia - "Spring"

noreply@blogger.com (Simon Feilder) — Mon, 12 Apr 2010 16:18:00 +0000

It's that time of year when the clocks go forwards and the evenings get lighter, so what better way to celebrate than let two idiots run loose in a park. Again.

Yes, Life Of Si returns to Wordia to ring in the new season with some familiar sights. Remember, don't look directly at it...