Almost five years ago Johnny Vegas took the Edinburgh fringe by storm with raw comedy and pottery. At the time, I thought that here was a man who would be a TV star very soon. And then he wasn't. Why did it take so long? I can only conclude that TV executives should pay me thousands of pounds to tell them who to sign.
Boothby Graffoe should have his own TV show. He writes great gags, improvises as well as anyone, plays the guitar and sings songs that are both beautiful and funny. And he can handle drunken hecklers at the same time as he makes your mum want to knit him a scarf. Which, of course, would only complement his TV-friendly handsomeness. And he is giving me a blowjob as I write. No he's not. My question is, why is it Frank Skinner or Johnny Vaughan and not Boothby? Perhaps he is too laid-back, or perhaps the TV people have missed him.
I'm not sorry about this, because if he were on the telly he would be too busy posing for Heat magazine to write plays. Oh yes, he does that too. Last year there was the much-admired Condition of the Virgin and this year we have God and Adam (which opens next week, but is not in the programme).
The fringe is really getting into gear now. I walked through the unicycle-infested streets, past the students in wigs and up to Arthur's Seat (all jokes to charity, please). On such a sunny day you can keep your caravan or your Tuscan villa - in August Edinburgh's the only place to be.
