Friday, August 05, 2016

Jo Caulfield: "Pretending To Care" - PRESS RELEASE

Fringe time already? Well that certainly came around quickly, didn't it? 
Thing is, while everyone else was panicking about their PR and publicity, I was actually busy writing my show, but apparently people want to know stuff about it – even though all the information is in the main Fringe brochure (page 109) and online ( but for some reason that’s not good enough for a bunch of lazy journalists (1), they want an actual press release. So, here’s pretty much what I’d have asked for if I’d paid someone thousands of pounds to do my PR. Read it and make a note of the stuff at the bottom – I’m off to spend the money I’ve saved on wine (2)…

 “Pretending to Care”

Award-winning comedian Jo Caulfield returns to the Fringe with “Pretending To Care” – a brand new show for 2016. (The Stand, York Place, 19:50, 5 – 28 August) 

Another year, another list of grievances… 

In a world were everyone seems to want your sympathy or support it can be hard to actually give a damn, as award-winning comedian Jo Caulfield has discovered…

From falling out with friends and fighting with strangers, to arguing with relatives and being mistaken for an exotic dancer, it’s been an eventful year and Jo Caulfield is still struggling to give a damn.

Audiences can expect razor-sharp observations and scandalous one-liners as Jo also admits to not giving a toss about pretty much anything, including the things that other people seem to think she should…

If you’ve ever wished you could tell the person who’s telling you their problems to fuck off, this is the show for you; Jo can empathise with your plight, even if she doesn’t really care about it. 

This is the important bit! 

“Pretending to Care” is on at Stand 6 (Venue 319), The Place, 34-36 York Place, from 5 – 28 August (not 15th or 22nd) at 19:50. Tickets £10 (£8 concessions). 

(1) Journalists? Don't make me laugh! They're not exactly Kate Adie, are they? Kate went to dangerous War Zones and risked her life in Bosnia. The tossers at the Festival, swanning around with their plastic lanyards and free drinks tokens, don't deserve to be called 'Journalists'.  And don't get me started on the ones who call themselves Comedy Reviewers! Fucksake. You know what? I have NEVER met a Comedy Reviewer who's made me laugh in conversation. Seriously! Never! And I've met them all. Every single one of them.

(2) Or beer. I'm not really fussy. A glass of wine with a meal, or an hour before bedtime, is fine. But if I'm out for the evening I tend to go for lager. Do you know The Central Bar at the bottom of Leith Walk? No? Oh you should give it a visit. Last time I was in there I was mistaken for a prostitute. Anyway, that's a good bar. The beer is always perfectly chilled.

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