It says here that, Patrick Turpin – Itty Bitty Little Titty Piece is a show about being a frothy emotional wetbag in a modern world, that gets derailed by grief. We just had to learn more.
Hi Patrick, tell me about your Edinburgh show.
Well I lost two close family members in January. What was always just supposed to be a show about penises, has morphed into a show about being fundamentally an emotional man but still not having the emotional wherewithal to deal with tragedy.
What does Edinburgh mean to you?
Hot hot summers, and crazy-ass pool parties.
Who inspires you and why?
Lolly Adefope, Phoebe Bourke, Lou Sanders, Ed MacArthur, and Jack Rooke.
They’re five of the most talented, generous and kind people I know.
Describe your best or worst experiences on stage.
I once dislocated my shoulder onstage. That was very sore. The audience thought it was part of the joke and laughed at my pain. I felt like I was part of the Victorian freak show. There is no sadder clown than the dislocated clown (this is a description of my best experience on stage).
Describe your best or worst review.
Please no. I don’t think reviews are very helpful for performers. Especially performers as weak-at-the-knees as I.
If you weren’t a performer, what would you be?
A writer, an academic, a designer, A THIEF!?
What was the last book you read?
Another Day in The Death Of America by Gary Younge.
Actually, was The Gruffalo, but in between being sent these questions and answering them, I read the above title so I would appear more engaged/relevant/grown-up. Seriously though, Gary Younge is brilliant, his book is incredible and heartbreaking and I couldn’t recommend it highly enough.
What does California mean to you?
Wet wet summers, and the world’s largest arts festival.
Imagine that the BBC have asked you to produce a primetime show. What would it be and who else would be involved?
It would be a discussion show where the guests review University Union charity fashion shows. Stella McCartney, Vivienne Westwood, and Jeremy Scott are all involved.
