The trick to surviving a comedy festival is to see so many shows that you end up with only a hazy idea about what you've seen, or whether you liked it, or where you live. I think I've seen eleven shows in four nights, with another three shows coming up tonight, but don't quote me. I've lost track.

Sheeit. I've also lost track of time. It's just after six, so I've got to go and jump on a tram to get to Sarah Kendall's show.

But one tiny piece of gossip before I go. Coming out of 7 Alfred Place after midnight last night I couldn't help but notice Geoffrey Rush having a chat with people in the schmoozy crowd outside. Also in the area was Stephen Kearney of the late, great, much missed Los Trios Ringbarkus. Both were looking good.

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Well, at least I can say I've tried it. You've just read my attempt at being a gossip columnist. My one and only attempt. At least I've set a low water mark of quality ... "both were looking good." Ugh.