horny devils
The shows have been really enjoyable for the last few days. Great crowds and the whole thing is getting much sharper. Had my best show today and I am convinced it is the result of an evil hangover, it was supersonic (the hangover that is). The fall out is still with me.
I’ve also seen a classic bit of student devised theatre, it was an absolute beaut. Physical group work, platitudes, multi media, impenetrable/ nonexistent plot, the whole nips and tatties. Actually the only thing missing was the requisite fringe nudity.
But fear not, I plan to get my dose of that from a two woman comedy troupe I’ve heard about, who after of an hour of surreal nonsense return to the stage to strike their set totally starkers whispering “look at me, look at me”. Ah Edinburgh, where better to take a soak in Narcissus’ hot tub?
Back to the devised theatre show. So, after an hour of chanting, tableaux and general confusion all became clear. Turns out that the meaning of life is…Rhinoceros. I kid you not. Rhinoceros. It was fucking fantastic!
Right, if I’m going to do well again tomorrow then I’d better do what needs to be done and succumb to the bottle, fast. Guilded Balloon here I come!
