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.
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.
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.
And so that’s it.
My entire Edinburgh Fringe 2012 has finally come to an end.
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.
THREE SHOWS DOWN TODAY ALREADY.
TWO MORE TO GO.
I am so incredibly proud of this.
Watch it, and see why I adore the Noise Next Door Boys just so much.
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.
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)
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.