
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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