Robin Ince, star of the Fringe, writes... 
Like most comedy performers on yesterday's train to Edinburgh, I am still trying to working out the grand conclusion to my 60 minute show.
Three months ago I had that school exam dream "Oh my god, the Fringe starts tomorrow and I've forgotten to write my show!". I woke up and realised it was a nightmare, now the nightmare is real.
I have been coming to the fringe since I was 17, first as a punter, then a technician and finally as a comedian, but I have put off a one man show until now.
In the previous 12 years I have nearly won a competition, had my arm broken by a Perrier nominated comedian, been accused of stealing an old man's shoes by Jo Brand, locked myself in a toilet whilst the furious comedian I was working with tried to kick it down to smash my face in, and lost about 11 mobile phones in taxis.
I now have to go and get accidentally high and nauseous as I spray mount Andy Warhol style images of the many greats I have worked with, from Graham Norton via Nick Knowles to Su Pollard. At the same time I shall be memorising There Ain't No Pleasing You by Chas N Dave.
