Nineteen shows in. (Though only fifteen are reviewed. And Hot Dub Time Machine doesn't really count as a show.) I'm starting to get word blindness.

One I didn't review was this though I might have said something like that if I did.

I'm formed a fine little habit these past couple of days that sees me stopping at Nile Valley for a felafel wrap at lunchtime to keep my strength up.

Then I come to Fringe Central to write up whatever I've just seen.

(Two suffragettes just passed me.)

I have four shows today and four tomorrow.

Yesterday contained this great pleasure.

I love the Fringe.