I think I have seen 56 things over the past three weeks, between a few things in the Book Festival, the EIF, a rogue event in the Film Festival and of course, the Fringe.

I feel culturally gorged. But not sated. What a delicious feast.

A Little Life last night. 

I've continued to get not enough sleep over the past week, in part because I've been racing to finish the book. 

I'll post my official review in due course but the guy sat next to me thought that it was "self-obsessed nonsense" at the end of the first act. 

He'd relented by the end of the second act and said that half was "a little better". 

Each to their own.

A week in and it's glorious.

I saw six things yesterday like a wild woman. Got five hours sleep. Two shows in today.

Beloved Edinburgh. Beloved Fringe.

First up (almost), Silkworm.

I'm scheduling Fringe shows. Like multiple in one day Fringe shows. 

This time last year, the Fringe was a pauce spectacle. I hadn't had covid. And the whole prospect of sitting in a theatre seemed a little bit alarming. I rose above it in the end and sometimes, was so bold as to attempt two shows in a day.

What freedom comes with this year and my recent exposure to the virus. 

And it all begins tomorrow.

O happy day.