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Edinburgh Fringe July

Welp.

So here we finally are. It’s been all I’ve been banging on about for months and the time is nigh.

TOMORROW I GET TO SIT ON A TRAIN FOR ABOUT NINE HOURS IN ORDER TO GO TO SCOTLAND FOR THE BEST PART OF A MONTH.

This is the calm before the storm that is the Fringe though.

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Edinburgh Fringe July

Not A Bit Like Narnia.

Right.

If there’s one thing I’m not good at (who am I kidding? There are plenty of things that I’m not good at, but we simply don’t have to time to talk about all of those things) it’s packing.

I’ve always been pretty cack handed at it.

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Edinburgh Fringe July

Life After Festivals.

So, er…in a month’s time I’ll be back home in Plymouth. I’ll have been away, and will now be having to deal with the horrific comedown off the back of the Fringe.

The last two years I’ve cried on the train back.

In 2010, I wouldn’t stop sobbing in the car after my parents came and picked me up from the station.

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Edinburgh Fringe July

Work. Complete.

And that’s me done with work until after Edinburgh.

Woop-de-flipping-do.

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July

LIMPICS.

IT’S FIFTEEN MINUTES UNTIL THE OLYMPIC OPENING CEREMONY.

I’m really quite excited.

I’ve already almost done a bit of a cry, so that’s all pretty ideal considering I’ve got a lot of non-waterproof mascara on.

Seriously, you should be watching it now instead of reading this.

Go. Go now. GO.

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Edinburgh Fringe July

Paranoia?

There’s nothing quite like every member of staff telling you how nice your hair looks to make you incredibly paranoid about how awful your hair’s looked for the rest of the time they’ve known you.

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Edinburgh Fringe July

Countdown.

Waaaaaaaaaaaa.

This time next week…you’ve guessed it. I’ll be in the beautiful, but hilly city of Edinburgh for my month long adventure.

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Edinburgh Fringe July

Pork Pie Gate (and another awesome announcement).

Last night’s 10 hour mammoth sleep did me the world of good.

It didn’t, however, do my breakfast any good. It turned out that Dad decided to eat what I had deliberately left for my breakfast this morning after I’d gone to bed. There wasn’t an apology of sorts, merely a half hearted suggestion of “Well, there’s a pork pie in the fridge…”

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July

No Swallowing of Flies or Other Creatures.

The sun is still out, and it’s barely 8:30pm, but I am already in bed, about to go to sleep.

When did this sort of old woman type behaviour start? I’m quite horrified.

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Edinburgh Fringe July

The Mists of the Illusion

A suitably epic title for a blog so mundane, even I was a bit reluctant to write it.

I’ve not missed a day yet, but tonight I’ve felt particularly apathetic towards the whole thing.