Fringe.

I spent the day on the Fringe. Well from 1ish. Till 11ish.

I saw two shows, both double-handers. The first Big Things Small Things, an excellent tale from Ireland. Really good storytelling and acting, two actors taking maybe twenty parts.

The second was possibly the most fringe Fringe show I've seen in perhaps fifteen years. Essentially it consisted of two people drinking beer. For an hour. They didn't speak at any point, although they did act to recorded voices. It worked very well and prompted lots of debate. Some members of the audience asked for their money back, and I can understand that, though hey, it's the Fringe! Take a risk! HAVE A BEER!!!

Of course, two shows in ten hours isn't a lot. There was an hour and a half in a very good restaurant, with an in depth analysis of the jazz festival, a couple of art exhibitions (the art at Summerhall this year is SHITE), half an hour in the cafe, an hour in the coffee shop with a sandwich for supper. And ninety minutes in the pub.

A balanced diet. Plays, art, coffee, whisky.

Restaurant.

In the restaurant at lunch, the table behind us had a pair of maybe forty year old gentlemen dining. One of them was clearly hipster, maybe hipper. He had an ostentatious moustache with distinct handlebars which threatened to overthrow his face.

Late on, they were approached by a younger man with long hair, who bounded up and said to moustache-man, "Please excuse me for interrupting, but I just had to tell you how much I admire your work!"

I have no idea who any of these people were, what they did, or whether it is worthy of admiration.

I guess I'll never know.