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Fringe Diary – Day Twelve: No More


We’ll be in Edinburgh till the 17th just generally hanging around, doing our own thing for a bit.

I’m not going to document it any further though. Quite honestly I don’t want to be here anymore. I hate it here. No offence to Edinburgh as a city. It’s lovely. There’s just too much hurt tied up with it for me at the moment. Hopefully my feelings towards it might change if I ever were to return in the future, but for now I just have no desire to do anything festival-related for these remaining days.

I just want to go home.

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Fringe Diary – Day Eleven: Last Night


That’s our run done. It’s been fun. It’s been infuriating. It’s been an experience worth having.

Fringe last year was great, and probably the best thing I’ve ever done. This year…well it’s still been good. Being on the organisational side of things has taken its toll on me, and if I were to come back again in the future, it’d definitely be in a more back-seat role. The break-up probably didn’t help matters, but this year I think I’ve enjoyed Fringe a little less. Given that and other general worries about my future, there’s a part of me that very much wants to go home now all the shows are done. I’ll stick out these next few days, and try to enjoy them as best I can, but I’ll actually be glad to back to Yeovil on Thursday (well, back to my family anyway).

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Fringe Diary – Day Ten: Keeping On


Today was another rough day, for the most part.

I woke up still feeling pretty bereft, and it took much more willpower than usual to drag myself out of bed and start the day.

It wasn’t until a bit later than I managed to leave the house. I joined Frazer (Ivan), Jenna (Jenny), Rob (Nichols), and Kenny (Hugo) for lunch at Taste of Italy, a strange combination of American-style diner and Italian restaurant which serves surprisingly good food.  Once we were done, we attempted to make our way further into town to do some flyering, but the rain (and on my part, general lack of motivation) inclined us to turn back.

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Fringe Diary – Day Eight: Reunited and It Feels So Good


This day was a particularly good day.

We were blessed with a visit from our own dear Alex, my former-housemate and platonic-husband, who travelled up from Northumberland for the day to see the show. He was a wonderful asset in flyering and a general delight to see again after a long separation. Alex is someone I count among my best and most cherished friends. We understand each other on a deep level and, as such, are also able to mercilessly wind each other up to great satisfaction. (Well, Alex is a whole lot better at pushing my buttons but whatever).

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Fringe Diary – Day Seven: Two is a Magic Number


Our Tuesday show, I can safely say, was the best performance we’ve so far done in Edinburgh.

It would have been better if there’d been more than two people in the audience but still, you can’t have everything.

I saw two shows prior to our own. It was while buying a ticket for the first that a strange bit of serendipity occurred. Empty Beds, by Pennyworth Theatre, a show on at the Underbelly on Cowgate, had a two-for-one offer on that day, which I, being on my own (if you don’t count the owl) was unable to make use of. The people in the queue behind me, a group of 5, suggested I buy tickets with them to make everything cheaper for all concerned. It was when I turned around to accept the suggestion that one of them recognised me. Quite by chance, I had ended up queuing just in front of some friends of my girlfriend from Bath. Funny old world sometimes, the way things work out.

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Fringe Diary – Day Six: I Do Believe in Fairies!


Oh. Dear. Gods….

That was…well that was an interesting performance.

I’ll explain why in due course. First I’ll take you through the rest of the day. Most of it proceeded as you’d expect. I went into town. I flyered. I took in three enjoyable shows.

The first was The Shakespeare Club, a charming and amusing take on The Breakfast Club, provided by American High School Theatre Festival. It was my least favourite of the shows I saw that day but nevertheless it was still a fairly decent show.

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