Hello, dear reader! How are you?
After four and a half very giggly/sleepy/coffee-y hours on a train, yesterday afternoon found myself and most of the Empty Photo lot staggering into the Edinburgh sunshine. Yesterday evening found us at Parlour Tricks, which was wonderful, and yesterday night found us drinking at the Three Sisters.
This morning (which will surprise absolutely no one, I’m sure) finds me feeling a little worse for wear and vaguely ashamed of myself for having become a bit weepy whilst under the influence. (Having said that, Harry just had to lean his head on the counter top while he emptied out the cafetière, so things could definitely be worse.)
Having been at the Fringe for a mere twenty-two hours at this stage, we have already racked up a fairly respectable number of anecdotes and amusing incidents (which I’m sure Ash will be delighted to hear when she joins us tomorrow), and doubtless more will follow. Anecdotes are a bit of a weird one, because a lot of them fall under the heading “you had to be there”, but the ones that are universally funny can bring a lot of joy.
I am wary of writing blog posts while I’m in Edinburgh, not because I won’t have very much free time, but because I don’t want to bore you, dear and gorgeous reader, with “oh my God the Fringe is so awesome look how much hilarious fun I’m having at an event which you either don’t care about or couldn’t make it to, depending on who is reading this” entries. I don’t want to bore or alienate anyone, so I will do my best to keep these posts interesting and about all manner of topics.
I will also make sure to tell you all of the funniest anecdotes. Coming soon: the time I thought I was going to be murdered and chopped up into tiny pieces at a review briefing. (It is funny, I promise.)
Have an incredibly productive Thursday.