My final day in Edinburgh was quite possibly my favourite. I saw some wonderfully varied theatre today, all if it good. So without further ado let’s get on with it.

Things From Before are an LA based performance collective in Edinburgh with an adaption of “The Intruder”, originally by Maurice Maeterlinck. I am unfamiliar with the original text but from what I’ve gathered Things From Before have really worked to make it their own. The text is a one room play about a family waiting as a…

Our third day in Edinburgh found Frank and myself a little worse for wear, worn out from trekking from venue to venue and late night shows after only two days. Lord knows how people manage a month. Today we took it a little easier, spacing things out a bit more and making sure e had plenty of time for travel etc. It made sense then that our first show was only round the corner from the hotel.

“Yeti” (pronounced Yet-eye) was performed by Gary from Leeds, a performance poet. Part of the…

Day 2 was less eventful, although it was more packed than the previous day. I believe Frank and I have hit cruising speed for the Fringe. I will probably come to regret saying that. Our first show of the day was “Last Christmas” by Dirty Protest. A one man show about returning home after the loss of his father we entered the small, intimate space to find the actor already on stage pacing a few feet from us. This was theatre at its most minimal, stripped down to almost nothing. No props, no…

The Fringe isn’t a sprint, it’s a marathon*. With so much to do and see it’s important to pace yourself. Tuesday morning was fairly relaxed, and mostly involved writing the blog you read yesterday (You did read it, didn’t you?) as our first show wasn’t until 12:10. The show was Baba Brinkman’s “Off The Top” at 266 Canon’s Gait. Now I’m someone who navigates mostly through landmarks and a homing like pigeon ability to go in the general direction of something, skwark at people and demand seed…

Monday 4th August

After a panicked Sunday evening involving lists, coffee (and a couple of cans of Guinness) I had an early night to prepare myself to the day of travelling ahead. Only to be woken a few hours later by my neighbour returning from the pub and slamming all his doors. I woke up with a readiness that was probably only matched by fresh recruits on night watch in World War 1. Cheers neighbour. Cheers…