“I’m not letting my husband f*ck me with my brother’s dick!”
– Sian, Greg Davies’ sister (according to Greg Davies) 😉

Went to Edinburgh March of 2025 to catch Greg Davies‘ first tour since 2017, “Full Fat Legend”. I wasn’t allowed to film or take pictures while he was on stage so I’m not posting any of the ones I definitely do not have on my phone at all because they don’t exist.

I bought a ticket in September last year (2024), used my points to get a free plane ticket from Norwegian and booked a hotel close to the venue (Edinburgh Playhouse, btw. I recommend 👍)

Greg Davies started with an intro film of himself walking to a store while «Nobody does it better» played (a throw -forward- to several Bond references in his act). He buys a pair of blue trunks and proceeds to pour milk all over his… ehm… torso, while the woman at the till exclaims «you absolute legend!» and the people around him pours milk all over themselves too.

I stayed at Apex Waterloo Hotel in a pretty posh room. Super happy with this deal, I gotta tell you. Generally just telling myself that really, since I’m the only one actually reading these posts, but whatever… They even gave me a rubber duck(!!1) – promptly giving that away to my friend’s little girl, she’s in dire need of duckies.

My first day was focused on two things: finding a place to have a good pub dinner and finding the Christmas Shop so I could buy a bauble for my tree. I managed both in very short succession.

I walked past a shop with a blue coat that got my attention too… I was originally planning a trip to Edinburgh with my mother for Christmas, but because of her dementia I had to just cancel the whole thing the day of… It was pretty heartbreaking, but she was in no condition to travel and after staying up with her all night, neither was I… Our tickets to “My Fair Lady”, the light show in the Botanical Gardens and the restaurant reservations for our dinners (I booked in advance because… Christmas in Edinburgh, you wont find a good place, especially with food that fits my mum, available without reservations). I had to cancel as much as I could, but a lot of the stuff was non-refundable. Not that the money really matters, the heartache was the worst…

That was kind of why I chose to see Greg Davies in Edinburgh – to go there and create some new memories… But if my mum wasn’t so far gone she wouldn’t remember it was hers I would definitely buy her this. It’s her color, her style and even had a Princess Diana tag.

 

DAY 2

The evening was here – I spent the day in my hotel room, grabbing some dinner there before venturing out to see the show. Some people would think this is blasphemy, but I’m not bothered lying about how much I explore and see stuff when I’m travelling. I -do- see and explore a lot, but some days are just not it. And I just can’t be arsed to force myself… The day before took a lot out of me and I needed to take it easy.

This, of course, made sure I was well rested and really geared up for the show. My hotel was within a short walking distance (7 minutes) of the Playhouse and I arrived in time to buy a piece of merch (cause it’s tradition!). I am now the proud owner of a fabulous fridge magnet showcasing Greg Davies pouring milk over his t*ts.

I was a bit worried he was going to be all over the place and way to brash and cocky – sometimes (a very few times though) his Taskmaster personality gets a bit too much for me. But this whole show he was just self-deprecating, lovely, funny as hell and just comedy gold. I especially loved his bits about torturing his sister… They are insanely funny. He told one where he tells his sister “Question Time!” and she’s like “oh, god… not again.” but he gets her to do it anyway ;-D

Greg: “Would you go on girly nights with me if I decided I was a woman and transitioned?”
And “Would you leave your husband if he got in an accident and lost limbs?”
When she said no, he asked if that was right even if he lost something she needed… Like his penis? Which escalated to him suggesting if that happened they could transplant on his old penis, because he (Greg) was now transitioned in this scenario, to which Sian (sister) said: “I’m not letting my husband fuck me with my brother’s dick!”

It’s doesn’t really translate well onto text, but, my GOD the room erupted.

We got to see a bit more of his funny, big brother and lovely side. I loved his show. Exactly the weird ass brain child of Davies I was expecting and the show itself was his best so far. I’m so glad I managed to get myself a seat (the tickets to his whole tour sold out in a matter of hours) ❤️

DAY 3

I had a late lunch at a pub. Because I wanted to and I was in Edi. I was on my way to Dean Village (from dene, meaning ‘deep valley’), about 30 minute walk from my hotel. It’s one of the oldest villages, on the maps from the 1500s, and was a successful grain milling area for more than 800 years.

It’s a lovely place to walk around if the weather is ok. I took the course down by the river that takes you straight through and out the other side, so no focus on the buildings itself this time, but the best stroll along the river. Worked wonders for my stress levels and semi-depression. (It’s been a rough couple of years these two…). I even met and petted a dog that showed me an open gate leading down to the riverside, he was obviously a local ❤️

I walked all the way back home again too, stopping by several tea shops and local stores to find this special tea Tiril wanted (Brodie’s), but no one had it. In the end I bought her a couple of local teas and a local hot chocolate with raspberries thing… Hoping to make up for my abject failure.

The walk back was super lovely too, I felt so much better today and this just turned into a highlight. Edinburgh at its best ❤️

 

DAY 4

I had originally booked a flight and hotel that got me in the day before Greg Davies’ show and out again the day after, because we had classes in school… But in the end I decided I really needed a break, so I changed it to four whole days and a weekend at home before starting on school things again. This freed me up to go to another show and I randomly chose Micky Overman after seeing what was on. Did. Not. Regret. She was amazing. This was in the Monkey Barrell Comedy Club, so a “slightly” smaller venue, but super cozy. I was there by myself, so obviously I was seated at the very front and in such a small space I could see ever cavity Micky Overman would’ve had, had she not had perfect teeth.

She asked if there was anyone not from Scotland and since I was sat at the front I cheered. Always dangerous at a comedy show, but she was very nice 🙂
MO: “Do you live here?”
Me: “No.”
MO: “NO! No, definitely not, no… Well, what brings you here?”
Me: “Greg Davies and Micky Overman.”
MO: “Haha! yeah… those two are on the same level, right..? Heh… Didn’t he sell out four stadiums?”
Me: “Hahaha! Yeah…”
MO: “What do you do?”
Me: “I’m a nurse.”
MO: “A nurse! Omg… What a lovely… You are amazing… [this is where she came over and grabbed my hand, haha!]”
MO: “You are a great human… I have nothing more to say to you really, just wow… Amazing!”

Then she asked the woman next to me what her job was and she was a vet ;-D

MO: “I don’t… Everyone on the front row are just such lovely people… Where are all the cunts??”

She also commented on the fact that for ONCE she was in Edinburgh outside of The Fringe, and she was like: “What a LOVELY city this is! I really like it!… When all my friends aren’t here.”

She was amazingly funny and I’m seeing her again in Oslo in November at Latter with friends. Love it! ❤

DAY 4

Pub grub and a walk to catch some pics of the cool architecture. Edinburgh is -so- beautiful and some of the gems in between are almost worth the entire trip. After a Golden Pie Award winning burger (no, not joking) for breakfast/lunch/early dinner and a chlorine free coke I was ready. I only got a couple of pictures though. I didn’t think the others turned out particularly good. I should’ve brought my camera… Maybe I need a new one actually.

Last day I finally made it up Calton Hill. It was a short walk from my hotel so I decided I had to get up there this trip. It’s a place well known from photos of Edinburgh as it has (among others) the Dugald Stewart Monument and several good views of the city. I decided on the sunset because I can’t get out of bed early enough for sunrise, but then decided I didn’t need to get there until just before sunset and that was a bit of a mistake. I actually think getting up there in the middle of the day or after dark would be even prettier because the view of the city will be a lot better. The sunset was lovely, but not spectacular at all and it became a bit of an anti climax honestly. The one saving grace was meeting Lee Rose from Taipei(!) He wanted me to help him take an artsy picture of him. A copy of an artists work that I had never heard of, but he was chuffed to hear about my trip to Taiwan and he asked a lot about Norway so it was a lovely chance meeting.

On my way down the hill, when I got back to street level I saw a whole massive bunch of Italians standing in the middle of the street shouting “Bella!” and taking pictures down the straight lane while cars were honking, obviously the drivers where a bit annoyed at this. I wondered what could make them risk the wrath of Scottish drivers and looked on down the street… And saw absolutely nothing. I had to take a photo to make sure I wasn’t blocking anything out, but it was… just nothing. I -think- maybe the sunset had been very “bella” right before I got there, but at this point it was just shite, so I chuckled a bit and went home. I love tourists. (I know I -am- a tourist in this story, no worries).

 

This wont be my last trip to Edinburgh, I hope… I love this city. I feel a certain calm, even with the memories lingering of Eystein and the missed opportunity with my mum, I love the place. And I really needed this trip. It charged my batteries ❤

 

Also… I stole this photo off Wikipedia. Sorry, Wikipedia, you’re the real MVP.