We’re well into the second half of the 2016 Edinburgh Festival and Fringe. When apoplectic.me isn’t
counting its existence in major international soccer tournaments, it’s counting it in Festivals ( 2013, 2014, 2015).
2016: Mrs Stroke Bloke loves owls. In a very particular way.
The beginning of the Fringe is always a bit of a whirl. I’m doing reviews and interviews during preview week and the first week proper. For the second half of the month, it’s more a case of hanging on and getting through to the end.
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Last year’s Edinburgh Festival marked the beginning of our settling in to Auld Reekie. The passing of twelve months means that I’m
beginning to sound more like a native at Festival time.
I wrote the above returning from an afternoon at
Deborah Frances-White‘s Half A Can Of Worms.
A thing you can’t open…
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