Saturday, November 13, 2021

 I cried twice during Dirty Dancing at the Festival Theatre this week.

Not because it's an especially sad story but because the audience were all (shit-faced, maskless and) having a ball. Whooping at the handsomeness of Johnny. Thrilled when Baby rose above her adored father's blinkered wishes. Leaping to their feet at the curtain call singalong megamix and even dancing along to the wonderful live brass trio on stage for most of it. 

Mother was my guest for the night and looked on through it all bemused. 

Wednesday, October 20, 2021

Holiday. Gorging on books. 

Shuggie Bain by Douglas Stuart should be compulsory reading.

As should the anonymously written A Woman in Berlin.

Very different forms of having nothing and making do. 

But both peculiarly, beautifully underscored with a little sliver of hope. 

Saturday, October 16, 2021

Heavens. So. I've been working a lot. 

But also -

Didn't like this very much. It lacked charisma.

This was joyful. 

And there was a bunch more stuff in August: 

FOW was outstanding. 

Within Sight was loads of food for thought and very well told.

I really loved Kevin Quantum

I saw quite a lot of three star shows. 

The EIF's Toast to the People series was excellent. Gorgeous venue. 

And Kokoroko deserved every single spike of the five stars.

I consider myself culturally gorged and replenished. Phew.

Tuesday, August 17, 2021

This was worth getting drenched in a downpour on my bike, rain dribbling down my glasses so I could barely see what I was going. 

And this would have been worth getting drenched in a downpour but obligingly, the sun came out. 

Saturday, August 14, 2021

So. So far.

This was lovely although many of the lyrics have not aged well. 

Cracking acting here. (And I'm loving the Pleasance's rear courtyard.)

I realised far too late that this was a one-off at Summerhall but it's a cracking initiative. 

This was perfectly Traverse-y.

I LOVED this

And this is fab for when you want a wee Fringe-y meander but can't quite be bothered to visit a venue.

Friday, August 06, 2021

 So on the 500th day since theatres were closed, she went to see some theatre. 

And it was good. 

Thursday, August 05, 2021


I'm so excited. 

All day, I've wanted to dance. 

The last Fringe show I saw was this. At the dearly beloved Quaker Meeting House TWO years ago. 

And now I'm three hours away from my first of the year. 

Assuming I can find my way there on my bike. 

Very happy Fringe, my friends.