The price of success for Edinburgh comedy

© Mark Fisher
Guardian blog

The last time I saw Doug Stanhope it was 2am and we were in a Las Vegas casino. He'd just come back from the loo and, reaching out to pass him his bottle of lager, I accidentally knocked it onto the roulette table. A puddle of Budweiser seeped across the green felt. "Hey, everybody, I'd like you to meet my friend Mark from Scotland," he yelled, suggesting I place my remaining chips on red 27 before we made a run for it.

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