Scotland has a very rebellious relationship with the season known as summer. They get along for a few weeks and then the trouble begins. Jackets are necessary, umbrellas will not save you.
I took advantage of the mostly blue skies on my first day-post rejuvenating nap to recover from my 7am arrival- and hiked to the top of Aurthers seat
Phil jupitus poetry show? For free? Yup. Followed by a magic show then a woman stand up comedian’s love of the London Underground and pornography.
If only every choice were so easy. There is much struggle, even working from the free fringe guide there are just too many things! And every walk down the royal mile means encountering the dreaded pleading dead eyes and charisma of people flyering.
With 3 times the normal population in the city centre it got to be feeling pretty crowded. In one instance I got of a bus 3 stops early to save time.
It was amazing. I’ll admit though, I missed the whacky family feel of the Vancouver fringe. Edinburgh is a machine and still manages to retain the crazy shows that to me make the fringe such an amazing festival. There was the classic what is this show and how did I get here moment 10 seconds after walking into “what the fuck is this?” Apparently a slide show and bullying audience members with that one sentence repeated for 50minutes. I ran. The other magical fringe moment “55minutes watching a young in a gorilla suit dressed as an old man”. Yup. Otherwise read as “an audience entertaining themselves and conforming to some sort of strange worship of an ape in a rocking chair”. Beauty.