And I've just 'filed' (don't they say?) my last piece of copy for the Evening News this Fringe. Kursk so a rather impressive end to my reviewing stint. 18 shows. Though I saw 19 but picked up that day's paper just after having seen Precious Little Talent only to spy that someone else's review had been printed that very day.

So another thing to miss. The reviewing, I mean, rather than Precious Little Talent.

I was sad not to be at the theatre when the fighter jets flew over at 9pm tonight. They seemed to go past my house. A detour to torment me?

Still, I felt Kenny MacAskill was rather Creon-esque in Parliament today ("it was my decision...") so that lessened the withdrawal symptoms a little.