Archive | August, 2012

Blue Moon

31 Aug

There’s supposed to be a blue moon tonight. That’s nice, but I’m pretty sure I’m going to miss it as I’m about to go to bed.
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30 Aug

Brave was good. I cried. I can’t even class it as a post Fringe blubbing since there was almost a good reason to be welling up.

I mean, it’s not the best film I’ve seen by a long shot. It’s a beautifully illustrated film, but there were a few plot points that just didn’t hit the mark.

Shame, really.

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Waiter! There’s a Fly in my Coffee.

29 Aug

Basically, I’ve been struggling with a blog title for the last twenty minutes, when a fly chose to dive-bomb into my Dad’s fresh cup of coffee.

Turns out I can make comedy out of literally anything after the month I’ve had.

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Time To Say Goodbye.

28 Aug

And so that’s it.

My entire Edinburgh Fringe 2012 has finally come to an end.

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Dying Embers.

27 Aug

There’s always a very weird atmosphere in Edinburgh on the very last day of the Fringe.

It’s not a particularly pleasant atmosphere either, if I’m perfectly honest.
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Making The Most.

26 Aug



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Time To Share

25 Aug

I am so incredibly proud of this.

Watch it, and see why I adore the Noise Next Door Boys just so much.

That Friday Feeling.

24 Aug

I mean, it doesn’t particularly feel like it’s a Friday, if I’m honest.

Days don’t feel like days in Edinburgh during the Fringe. All there are are periods of light and dark. That’s it.

But, even so, it is Friday.

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Dirty Stop-out.

23 Aug

Now I know why they call it that.

It’s because when you’re returning to the place you should be at a time that’s highly inappropriate, you feel disgusting and filthy.

I’ve now had my Fringe dirty stop out. Never again. (this year)

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22 Aug

There’s nothing quite like going out for a meal, when your companion breaks all the laws and hands you something highly illegal to make the evening REALLY EXCITING.

Nandos don’t do ice cream floats. At least they didn’t until David handed me one and I nearly had a heart attack.
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