Ah August in Scotland; minus 12, hurricane, inflatable cows, money replaced by ticket stubs, blood replaced by Iron Bru/Guinness/warm crap wine in plastic cups, where would we be without the wonderful ridiculous onslaught that is the Edinburgh Festival Fringe eh?
I'm gonna bang on about it for a little bit now so feel free to skip down...
Sadly but largely for my own good I was only up for a couple of days but managed to see some fantastic new theatre; for anyone heading up don't miss Dream Pill, an amazingly funny and devastating new play from Clean Break about child sex trafficking. Truly breathtaking physical theatre came in the shape of Man of Valour and Shutterland by newcomers Rhum and Clay. When a single actor can create an action film alone on stage without props that has to make you re-think your stage directions, after you've picked your jaw up from the floor that is.
I also accidentally discovered that children's theatre can be a cracking way to soothe a hangover; Hal Chambers' brilliantly innovative Tucked In are doing Tim and Light at the Pleasance which has been getting 4 star reviews all over the shop and bloody lovely it was too.
My absolute favourite show however, has to be the incredible Mission Drift by the TEAM; bold, exciting, surprising, clever, witty, tender, epic, human. Dazzling.
Alright, I've finished now.
Armed with a fat pile of scripts and my brain all on fire I have returned to be locked in my study and would have already finished the first complete draft of And Then Come The Nightjars, were I not fannying about updating my blog, hmmm.
Things are also gathering speed on new Cadbury's/Quaker/Kraft project The Plant with the first interviews to start in September, economics books piling up, a new website on the way and perhaps even a little scratch performance to get the ball rolling! I can feel already I'm going to regret saying this come November...Ah well if people never plunged feet first into things they wouldn't break their ankles. Oh. I wonder what ever happened to my mister man duvet, I may want to hide under it later.
P.S. Scroll down to the bottom of the page if you want to see the toy audience I thoughtfully seated aged 5. That is respect for audience and your craft. That or loneliness. Full house though eh?
