My eyeball has popped out of it's socket.

A blood bulge formed in the intricate system of nerves and veins at the back of my eye, which (because of my ever encreasing elevated heart rate) grew and grew to the size of a kumquat. My heart rate was elevated because of all the coffee I been gulping, because although alchohol is often the drink of choice when it comes to suppressing stress, coffee is cheaper, keeps me alert and is warm and comforting, as is a scotch, but lets not go there. And why am I trying to suppress stress? Because I'm in Edinburgh. Why is Edinburgh stressful? Ooooh I don't know. Perhaps it's because I've clocked about 12 hours sleep in total, have been 9 hours in transit, have had to do a get in for a show at 6am, fixed broken stuff with limited tools, solved problems with my soggy mind, communicated, deliberated, waited... and waited, attempted to sell a show that has of yet no publicity (I will not name names), besides which our monster accidentally nearly tore the roof of our van and we all got locked out of our appartment for an entire day.

So... My eyeball has popped out of it's socket.

Okay... That's not true. Mum, my eye is fine, please don't call me in tears, it's fine.

After all of this we're optimistic. :)

We've all been hit hard, but we're cracking on in high spirits.

Last night we opened the show to an audience of 13, which is incredible considering we have had no publicity, and although it was very, very warm, we did aight.

There are loads of amazing shows up here (Like NTW's Bradley Manning which I have seen and will certainly be seeing again) plus us (HAH!) and looooads of other stuff. How could we possibly be sad! We're theatre makers in what is essentially a theatre makers paradise.

So this is just one blog of many #EdFringe blogs and we're looking forward to telling all about the ride.

So, for now...

Mucho,

Justin