Good lord, could it really be the end of the second week at the Edinburgh Fringe? It sure flies by when you're not there. Of course, when they are, the Scottish Falsetto Sock Puppet Theatre do stuff like this. They get all the flyerers on the Royal Mile to join in a video sing song about flyering...
Or they climb up Arthur's Seat to talk about stuff...
Or they sit at home and wait for their all-important review in The Scotsman...
Sometimes you have to be there. Can I just say that this year has been so busy, and I've been having so much fun doing other things (yesterday I was caricaturing at a Mehndi party in London, and this week I did Comic Art Masterclasses at summer hols schemes in an inner city primary in Leyton, a private school in Maidenhead, and a high school in Weston Super Mare) that on a day to day basis it's hard to remember the Edinburgh Fringe is going on. I also know well that, when you're there, you're in a bubble outside of which you can't see. The whole riots thing and its aftermath has taken place entirely during the Fringe period and I know that, were I there, t would be as if it was happening in a dream. You can already anticipate the tweets a week on Monday from London luvvies wondering what's happened to their neighbourhoods.
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