2015 Edinburgh Fringe

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Bored of watching delusional performers convince you they are the next best thing? Tired of writing reviews that quash the dreams of penniless performers? Well why not come to Breakfast Epiphanies and hear the story about how one waitress at a Beverley Hills restaurant made me realise my place and my life's limitations in one short, morning meal? Despite few words, this woman struck a chord with a more hard-hitting reality check than any scathing review could but do, of course, feel free to give her a challenge.

Raised in rural Ireland as a middle-child with 39 cousins, it is unclear why I believed myself so special. My childhood was essentially sixteen years deciding between whether I would win the Olympic gold medal for the 10,000m or the Academy Award for Best Actor. I did spend considerably less time running and learning how to act but considering all I would have to do achieve either was believe in myself, those were hardly priorities. One (or if I was lucky - both) of these things were going to happen and I was very excited to find out which.

Fast forward to life after Education and things have changed slightly. I thought the world would be my oyster yet I now live in Leeds ex-council housing and cannot afford an oyster! Come learn how woeful Harry Potter auditions, miserly Las Vegas men and an uninspiring teacher brought me to here - a month of performing in a damp cave.