Just discovered that one of the boys I work with is now married to the girl who played Eliza Doolittle in our production of Pygmalion the year that Adam House (almost) burnt down.

Man alive.

I have photos of her looking like a waif loitering on the street with a very picturesque dog that we used as publicity for the show. They live under my bed.

I must bring them in to well and truly freak him out.

What a strange small carousel this Edinburgh is.