Another day at the Edinburgh Festival, and another day of being in Edinburgh at a festival. The excitement.
The day started off well with a haircut from a man who didn’t talk, except to ask what I wanted and then to approve my response. Then I bought some jeans and some toothpaste.
BUT YOU DON’T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THAT. Probably.
Even though the jeans (from Shelter in Stockbridge) fit perfectly and make my legs look fantastic.
You probably want to hear about how I went to see Pat Cahill and Tim Shishodia put on their amazing show at the Cabarat Voltaire at 5pm for free, and how it was amazing with amazing jokes and two of the most likable, amusing acts on the entire Fringe.
I imagine you don’t want to hear about how, upon entering the Cabaret Voltaire, I took an arrow sign quite literally, and smacked my head off it, giving me what I think was concussion for the next few hours, as well as a sizable bulge on the head.
Nevertheless, I still enjoyed a bunch of Weirdos putting on Underwater Shakespeare on the Royal Mile, complete with trombone and cardboard bagpipes, to a group of bemused tourists.
I then went through to Glasgow for a dance, but that’s not in Edinburgh so I won’t tell you about that.
Shows seen so far: 19. I’m going blind.
Celebrity spots: Michael Schumacher eating a bagel.
Slightly gothy/retro looking girls I’ve fallen in love with: Too many.
Scottish indie pop song of the day: BMX Bandits – Strawberry Sundae