First blog post

So Hi anyone looking at this. Never done anything like this before but have been musing on doing a fringe blog for, oo, the last four years. So finally I’m taking the plunge! The first fringe show I saw was way back in 1985, The Bald Prima Donna at Buster Browns on Thursday 22nd August for £2. That Prima Donna keeps coming back every year, still bald as a coot. So if you fancy a stroll along the byways and alley ways of my Fringe experiences, feel free to drop in.

Like I said, I’m new to this so there’s gonna be plenty mistakes (though at least my typing seems ok for a moose) as I’m not really up with this modern technology stuff. So wish me luck and do check in again!

Bruce

 

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Friday night, then the final furlough

The end is nigh! Okay, so the final weekend of the Fringe is here (it’s Friday evening just now). So far it seems a tad quieter than final weekends usually start, mind, I reckon this Fringe as a whole has not been as busy as it could be. There’s even been room to move on the Royal Mile!

Tomorrow the wind down starts with plenty of shows finishing up (and a few venues totally close too), of the rest, the vast majority end their Fringe on Sunday (sob!), just a few continue to the bitter end. Huzzah, Thom Tuck has a couple of PWYW shows in Hoots venues on Monday, of course he has! There’s a number of shows I quite fancy catching, so this weekend could be pretty busy, if I can get my act together. Oh, and that’s after another very late night of Bad Santa and the Angry Elves in Bannermans at midnight, then a trot up to Whistlebinkies for the Moanin’ Bones until chucking out time, erm, four, I think?! Oh hey, it’ll be the last late late night of my Fringe, well, for now, unless something turns up, of course.

While there’s shows I’d still like to see, and I’m sure there’ll be a few more spring to mind just as it’s too late, hey, I’ve enjoyed the vast majority of what I have seen, so I won’t dwell on what I’ve missed (a previous bad habit of mine). I say the vast majority, there was one real turkey and a couple just not good, hey ho, you take your chances. Of course, there are those I’m still hoping will appear on the Half Price Hut list, you never know; I have a scan through every morning after ten, just in case.

Top Gunchained has been regularly on the HPH list, definitely worth getting a ticket (five stars from yours truly). A couple more that I’ve seen a few times that I haven’t previously mentioned are Strange Face: Adventures with a Lost Nick Drake Recording… The Story Continues, phew, so many long titles this year! A very interesting show this and, despite it saying continues no knowledge of what the first show contained is necessary, also, liking or even knowing who Nick Drake was is not essential either. It’s show about the effect music can have on folk, about one man setting himself a quest, and how quirky coincidence can be. I enjoyed it – I bought the book! ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Another show that has popped up on the HPH list in the last few days is Italo Calvino’s Invisible Cities: A Toy Theater Atlas and no I haven’t spelt Theater wrong, they’re from America. This is a table top production, so yes, it’s small but there is projection and the venue is well tiered, phew. How to explain this show? It’s unique, utterly charming, beautifully detailed; cities, landscapes appear out of boxes and tins, evolve and return again. I know that sounds bizarre, it is! It’s fringe ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Before I head out, one more quick mention, I caught it early yesterday evening Vampires of Mississippi a one man show at the Banshee Labyrinth, a fitting venue for a tale of horror and despair. It sure chilled me, didn’t matter the ending was kinda obvious, the telling was really well done and the changes in lighting set the scenes so well. Yup, glad I finally got round to seeing it ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Now I really must dash. Toodle pip!

Musings, music and a movie

Yesterday evening I took myself off to the cinema to see Casino, showing as part of a Scorcese season at Cineworld, oh boy, such a brilliant film, so full-on and powerful (and a great soundtrack). Walking back along towards the Grassmarket I was definitely in need of something light and fun, it was very nearly eleven o’clock, so I took a right at Hoots @ the Apex and went to see Beatlesjuice again! Yay! Okay, so Rob’s voice is starting to go a tad from the nightly singing, but for one, it’s fine for Beatlesjuice’s raspy tones, and second, with his exuberant performance it’s kinda endearing (to this moose, anyway).

Edit Oops, I thought I’d written a review for Beatlesjuice when I saw it last week, nope! Well, it’s so brilliant I went back for more, nuff said ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️》

Afterwards, heading down the Cowgate it occurred to me that it would be possible for someone out Fringing to see Bad Santa and the Angry Elves which finishes at eleven at the Caves, to then walk smartly along to the Apex for Beatlesjuice at ten past. Honestly, ten minutes is enough, and besides the first five minutes is, Hello, has everyone seen Beetlejuice? Does everyone know the Beatles? Even the more obscure tracks? Like the ones by Ringo? And a bit more banter before starting proper. It’s doable, and wow, what a double bill!

Yesterday was one of those Tuesdays, so I headed up Niddry Street to Whistlebinkies and the Scat Rats for a couple of hours, sweet. I’ll be finishing off tonight in there as well, it’s Louis Crosland and whoever he’s rustled up to play bass and drums. Friday midnight sees Louis back in there with the Moanin’ Bones to bring in the weekend, yeah, the English bank holiday weekend and start of the Fringe fizzle down. Actually, a thought occurred to me the other day when yet another person asked how long the Fringe would be going on for, people, it always ends on the English Bank Holiday Monday, well, the few final bits of Fringe finish up. Why not, instead of a fixed ending, fix the start instead? Have it so that 241 Monday in the first full week is on the Scottish Bank Holiday Monday, ergo, more local and Scottish folk generally to come and see more shows and spread the word on what’s good? That way the end will be three sundays after that, no silly sad Monday leftovers. And breathe.

While I’m tapping away here I suppose I might mention a few more shows I’ve seen. It’s been some years since I saw Felicity Ward so I popped along to Cabaret Voltaire for an entertaining hour, and she says at the beginning it may be in the afternoon but some content is well, more for evening after a few cocktails with the girls. She is funny, just not as much my cup of tea anymore, palates change you know (still some howling funny moments for sure). Maybe if I’d had a cocktail on my way in ⭐️⭐️⭐️½

Mind, I was also not long out of God’s Longest, one of the most darkly funny improvised comedy sketch shows I’ve seen. I went twice last year, this year they’re across from last year’s venue, in Supercube Cowgate, it’s one of those creepy karaoke room places (well, I think they’re creepy). Yeah, following that, Ms Ward had her work cut out. Yeah, this is one weird bunch, just hang on and enjoy the ride, oh, they have no clue where they’re headed either but they’ll go there and beyond. It’s part of the PBH’S Free Fringe so no particular prior planning is needed, Cowgate at half two. Yes, it’s ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ again.

If you’ve been paying attention you’ll know I went to see Will & Noah: Dinner Dinner Chicken Winner after chilling in the Park yesterday. Sadly Peregrine were just closing up as I went past, so I didn’t get to have a cake, dammit, but I did make it to George Square Gardens in plenty of time. Will and Noah play off each other well, obviously having fun with the material, then they’d pair up together against some unfortunate audience member, haha. No no, they’re gentle with them, although it was hilarious how an audience member interpreted the sketch he was pulled into; note, I kinda picked up on it at the time so was not as surprised as Will and Noah, but I wasn’t surprised that the sketch had never been taken that way before (nope, I’m going to leave you wondering!). I think they’re trying new areas and pushing their boundaries, and why not, but for me it didn’t always land as well it might. Oh, I did enjoy it aside my niggles, these guys are very funny together and their interactions with the audience are brilliantly played out; the show has won an award, so why not check it out for yourself? ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Anyhoo, I’ve been tapping this out through the day, time for Binkies again. More musings tomorrow.

Toodle pip!

Sunshine, smiles and stars

I don’t usually write blog posts on my phone but it’s so lovely up here, just me and the crows and the odd snatch of far off conversation on the breeze. Where am I? High at the top of Moose Ridge enjoying the warm sunshine. I had intended to be up here much earlier, yeah, no, wasn’t going to happen. Hey ho, I have a while before my next show, and I have pumpkin seeds to munch on. Next show? Its Will & Noah: Dinner Dinner Chicken Winner at George Square Gardens. They had a cracking show last year and reviews are looking good for this time too. Mind, I expect nothing less than brilliantly bonkers from Will BF.

Last night I went along to see Moon Team IIIV again, yes, for a third year! But each time Will’s tightened bits and made tweaks, especially to Swimothy – at this rate that fish will have his own show next year! Indeed, Swimothy’s plaintive solo is quite a highlight, what a voice! Moon Team IIIV is what the Fringe is about, a mad idea brought to life, a spark of joie de vivre. Okay, for some this show will be just tooo silly, but hey, for this moose it’s silly to make the soul soar ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Oh yeah, before I head down, oo, possibly past Peregrine for one of their scrummy cakes, I went to see Hudson Hughes: At Your Service again, this time everything worked, every whistle whistled and every bell rang, and how! That ratcheted up the horror somewhat (but that second preview was glorious madness, Hughes was brilliant), and the imp, oh, he was great. Comedy horror to chill and tickle your funny bone, definitely worth that extra half star! ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Must dash, I’ve an awards show, well, a show about awards, to see. Toddle pip!

If you have metal in your heart…

It’s the start of another weekend, well, Friday night. No, I’m not stopping in, just taking time to write some more, I’m aware that I saw a great show this time last week but never got to mentioning it (at least I did a couple of IG stories). Time to rectify this, before I’m allowed out for any more fun. A warning though, there’s three Santa themed shows in the Cowgate area, I have no idea about the other two, the one I totally recommend to anyone with metal in their hearts is Bad Santa and the Angry Elves, no, I don’t mean people with heart valves, I mean those who love heavy metal, hard rock from the seventies onwards. Oh, it’s on at Just the Tonic in the Caves, at half nine, and not just an hour, this baby’s ninety minutes long, yay!

Oh, other people will have a great time too, but anyone who used to let loose at the local Rock Night back in the day, but then, somehow, life left all that behind, this show is for you! So many rock classics are in there with brilliant parody lyrics telling the story of how Bad Santa was banished from the North Pole (honestly, he’s not bad, just misunderstood) along with his posse of elves; blasts from the past like AC/DC’s Big Balls – three chords in was when my grin went full loon mode, stayed that way the rest of the night!

Bad Santa bares his soul

A wonderfully bonkers concept, yes, but Santa has one helluva band in those elves; all great musicians! You will be up dancing before the end, you won’t be able to help yourself! And there is quite a story to the narrative, the guy was done wrong, Bad Santa pours his heart out to us to make us understand what happened, this guy testifies!

A magnificent show, loved it, and yes, I fully intend to see it again! ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Now I must away, Louis’s playing at Binkies in ten minutes. Toodle pip!

A cactus, a fool and a madam

The rain gods are stepping up their game. Wednesday saw the heaviest deluge, flashfloods aplenty, so many people were caught out by it. Me? I was in a Fringe show at the Assembly Rooms, it was tailing off when I stepped out on to George Street, I soon recalled having my brolly earlier!? Aha, a quick sprint to the Auld Hundred, phew, it was still there hanging on the end of the radiator; ah yes, see, Mr Marah had been playing there (there’s extra live music on weekday afternoons during the Fringe) which tied in nicely with one of the shows I fancied seeing.

The show was Clive one man and his cactus. One of two shows I’d bought Half Price Hut tickets to see that day. Clive should come with a warning, some may find it (much as I hate the word) triggering. Oh, the toxic office culture, bad, nay, terrible managers; for every good manager there’s sooo many bad ones, too many. Managers with their favourites, most likely the sycophants who say all the right stuff but never actually do any of the bloody work, or at least not to any decent standard, but they still get praised!?! And why do people get promoted to manager? Oh, they’ve been there the longest, and that makes them suitable to manage other people how?? Or again, they’re a sycophant that everyone other than the high-ups can see would be a terrible choice. Basically, a managee, like a politician, should rarely be the person who wants to be one (I say rarely, there’s always the odd exception). I say this as who’s worked under a wide scope of managers in my time, from plain nasty to apathetically useless to clueless to the best, most solid, had everyone’s backs, gave us their time and in return we worked hard. And breathe.

Like I said Clive may be triggering, it’s also very good. Thomas (the human in this, Clive is the cactus) works for home, from once being full-time in the office he isn’t required to go in anymore, yeah, not always the best way. Things start to become difficult, at first imperceptibly but slowly the true situation comes to light, certainly to us the audience, Thomas tries to stay hopeful, trusting, talking everything out with Clive (a somewhat one-sided conversation!) It’s not all harrowing, there’s plenty of wry humour in the dialogue; an excellent performance by Paul Keating had the audience rooting for Thomas. Does he get a good ending? Not gonna tell you. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

My other Half Price Hut ticket was for Madam(e) Lou in one of my favourite venues Paradise In The Vault. This hadn’t been on my radar at all, but flicking through the list of HPH shows on my phone, the fan and font caught my eye. I’m not afraid of a history lecture dressed up fancy as a Fringe show, especially when it’s a this is what really happened, thing, and it is a most interesting tale of the founding of Seattle, shock horror, about a woman, a madame! Kate Danley really had to dig deep to find the truth about Madam Lou, funny that, like people were happy to forget that bit about a successful woman. History can be revealing, you know ⭐️⭐️⭐️½

One more mention then I really should grab myself a late lunch (very late!), mind, whilst briefly out earlier I popped into the Holyrood Coffee Shop for coffee and a slice (raspberry and coconut), it’s kept me going! A great wee place for some good food and a break before heading off for more Fringing, and if it’s too busy (well, it is small) there’s it’s sister cafe across the junction, the Cowgate Coffee House, both have good window seating for watching the world going by outside.

So, back over on George Street in the New Town, one of my favoured possibilities appeared on the HPH listing, Lear’s Fool on at Greenside at George Street, yay (I had a very good feeling about this one). Be aware, there are three larger venues on George Street, this is the one at the east end, closest to St Andrews Square. I give this warning, as a friend who wasn’t paying attention just went, oh, my next show’s on George Street and it’s not at the Assembly Rooms, must be the other one, and headed to Greenside instead of the Grand Lodge nearer the Westend, oops, he missed his show.

Anyhoo, Lear’s Fool, a triumph! Another great play that takes a character from Shakespeare and asks but happened to them? (last year there was the brilliant Iago Speaks) Okay, so I’m not overly knowledgeable on King Lear but it was fine, I should think anyone could get the gist quite quickly. The Fool is female in this production, and how it works! The Fool has the wisdom of the innocent and speaks the truth, it just comes out as funny to the listeners, but her jailers are not laughing, they’re demanding information that the Fool doesn’t know, oh dear. Though the plot is sad and feels inevitable, the action and performances are strong, often hilarious, and very enjoyable. If you want some Shakespeare without the actual Shakespeare! ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️½

A scare, a scam and some Sam

I’m currently on a train heading to Glasgow, thought I’d use the time to start a new post, a look back on the first full week of the Fringe. It’s been rather good, some fair and some absolutely cracking shows; and a return visit to Edinburgh for some of my favourite Irish musicians. But first, a very welcome return to the Fringe, they had to cancel their run last year, the waiting was finally over for…

Crybabies: The Scaring Wow, just wow! A comedy horror, there’s plenty of silly, even the sinister bits are silly, often thanks to Ed Jones; he takes his characters so far but never tips over the edge. Then there’s the ridiculously funny and really rather creepy too, character of a young boy played by James Gault (a wonderful visual gag that just became more hilarious every time he appeared). The other third of the comedy trio, Michael Clarke, plays a former priest having to deal with all the strange oddities played by Jones and Gault within the setting of an old hotel (plenty of horror in one of those). Crybabies have pushed the boat out to ensure the visual and sound effects are a match to their performances; a masterclass in funny, an absolute hoot! ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

From a comedy trio at the top of their game to a most august Fringe institution, the Tuck. The Wolf of Poyais is the perfect role for Thom Tuck, a deliciously dark, conniving character from the early nineteenth century (while some actors somehow look too modern to play historical figures, Tuck fits older times perfectly). The Wolf refers to a Gregor MacGregor who lived a very eventful life, which included conning hundreds of people into investing and emigrating to a country he made up, that’s Poyais.

The story is told as MacGregor turns motivational speaker delivering his “Eight steps to success” with flip chart! But here’s the thing, it’s true! Thom Tuck with his marvellous eloquence and talent for voices and accents, charms us into liking MacGregor as he tells his life story, laughing at his exploits even when he’s recounting very terrible things he did, now justifying it all to himself (I say himself, these are more sober moments for the audience, as we’re aware there’s still many very successful conmen around). An hour of rollicking adventures, audacious lies anoh, and Id thoughts to ponder about human nature. Bloody magnificent and I got a badge! ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

And so from the silly to the sublime to the “could someone please tell me what I just witnessed?!” I went to see Flabbergast Theatre in the Pleasance at EICC. Always on the unnerving side, Flabbergast are, for me, the theatrical version of The Tigerlillies, creepily entrancing, creatures from elsewhere, a realm apart; Endgame by Samuel Beckett is already a realm apart, so with added Flabbergast! Hmmm, yeah, I picked it on account of the theatre company, note to self, check everything. Beckett is not for everyone and that includes me, at ninety minutes long, the bleakness drained all my joy. Having said that, while it wasn’t really my mug of tea, I could appreciate that it was great theatre.

Beckett’s world was well realised, I felt was there (though for me, wrong venue, odd, old places are where the Flabbergast world shines through the brightest). Centre stage Henry Maynard (the creator of Flabbergast) holds court as Hamm, unable to move from his chair but desperate to control his small, contained world, including his parents who live in two dustbins and Clov, a young man who’s incapable of sitting down. Clov is the one moving part, and though that’s done in pain, there is a bitter humour to it. Yup, an odd play but then it’s Fringe, a good time to dip your toes outside your comfort zone; while I probably won’t go see another Beckett play, I will go see Flabbergast Theatre next time they’re in town ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Next time, the antidote for Beckett malaise.

Toodle pip!

Six of the best, plus one

Hey, the first Monday of the Fringe, I took myself into Holyrood Park this morning, up along Moose Ridge, on to the Nether Hill and down the steps, such a beautiful day for it! Nicely warm with a balmy breeze, and it’s set to get warmer this week, sweet. Here’s hoping Fringe venues have good air-conditioning or at least plenty of ventilation. Fringe Tip: say yes to a sturdy flyer for use as a fan. Oo, also beware of having a large lunch – a warm, dark room, smooth, relaxing tones, nodding off is deceptively easy (so make that a two shot coffee).

Anyhoo, six of what, who’s best, huh? Or have I been a very naughty moose?! And why plus one? As Fringe starts go, this has been brilliant for me, and, well, I don’t reckon (though I would love to be wrong about this) I’ll see anything that will knock these shows down my list of favourites. Okay, so I have two coming up this week that will definitely be joining them (oo, then one more will complete my top ten), but these are Fringe gems to this moose.

First off, proving my Fringe-dar is working fine, A Foot is Not an Appropriate Prize for the Tombola was delightful romp that starts when a dismembered foot is discovered in the tombola stall at the village fete. Lydia is determined to get to the bottom of it, despite being told to leave well alone by the local policeman, things soon escalate in unexpected ways! The audience participate a lot in this, but hey, tombola prize for all those do! I was at the second preview, still a bit shaky and Lydia (Daniel McVey) did refer to the script, ahem, the fete schedule a fair bit, but for me it all added to the hilarity; McVey was brilliant, he’s created a true piece of Fringe ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Crimes of Pete had me grinning from the start, authors being hauled off by the state (black comedy, btw), the purgatory of each other’s company and the reason Pete was taken; dark, sharp humour all round. Then a chink of hope appears for Pete from an unlikely ally, but what about his cellmates? Another hour of pacy writing and great performances from Tinned Laughter; definitely worth seeing, Shepherd-Cross is in danger of becoming a Fringe institution! ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

So good to have Tom Neenan back at the Fringe, it’s been awhile. The last time was in 2018 with It’s Always Infinity still sitting high in my Hall of Fringe Favourites! Since then Neenan has taken up painting, there’s regularly new portraits on his Instagram, so the topic of this year’s show isn’t too surprising, Tom Neenan: Portrait of a Tom as a Young Neenan with a self-portrait as the publicity shot. I could listen to him for well more than an hour, an amusing wit, he moved almost seamlessly between his two narratives, never losing his audience, a thoroughly lovely show ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️½

Hudson Hughes: At Your Service is a completely different kettle of kippers, a wickedly funny show, silly with a big dollop of horror. Of course, there was going to be plenty of props and animatronics (and Aidan Pittman turning up on video), did it matter that there were technical difficulties? Nope, for one, it was second preview so it’s allowed, almost inevitable, and second, watching Hughes keeping his composure and artfully keeping everything on track was an extra layer of hilarity, he done good! It’s a very silly, full-on hour of ridiculous. Totally Fringe ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️½

I’ve never cared for the film Top Gun, never particularly liked Tom Cruise, but as Top Gunchained is by the guy behind Yippee Ki Yay, oh yeah; and he’s back in the Wine Bar at Gilded Balloon Teviot, one room that looks pretty much as it did. Richard Marsh has created another great double narrative, the (unauthorised) retelling of a film, and healing familial issues. There’s plenty of effects and props, audience participation (all good fun), big laughs and heartfelt moments, and all done in verse. Most excellent ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Another unauthorised retelling, another very long title, Goodbye Horses: An Unauthorised Solo Retelling of The Silence of the Lambs. Ye gods, this was intense! Michael Kinnan‘s portrayals of Starling and Lechter are brilliant, but especially the sense of Lechter’s dark calculating humour. The atmosphere created was so creepy, so tense; it’s been a while since I saw the film, parts only coming back to me as it unfolded, but I wonder what it would be like to see this without ever seeing the film (or read the book). Oh, and you might need to go have a drink afterwards, a nice chianti, perhaps? ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Last one, but definitely not least. I knew this would be good, the new play by the Voloz Collective (another long title), REDACTED: The Cover-up of a Cover-up of a Cover-up everything about it is a sheer delight, not least the incredible synchronicity between the actors, physical theatre surely doesn’t get any better than this?! An action-packed comedy thriller, with an elegance and style like some classic Hollywood movie, especially with the accompanying live music. Magnifique! Possibly the best thing I’ll see this Fringe! ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ (⭐️)

Really, I don’t know how the rest of my Fringe can measure up to a start like that. Anyhoo, my bed is calling. G’night!

I wrote this last night

Oh dear lord, it’s wet out there! I would just stay in, take a night off, but I’m meeting a friend. According to the forecast it’s going to be rainy until tomorrow late afternoon. I’ve already decided to bake a cake in the morning, haven’t made one in ages and I have a few pears will need eating , so a pear sponge cake it will be!

After saying in my last post that I hadn’t yet been in Teviot I popped in yesterday afternoon after seeing a show in George Square, it is very different, I’m kind of ambivalent to the changes, apart from one, I’m annoyed! The old Library Bar is now exclusively for performers, dammit. At least the room that I think used to be called the Refectory has another name but yay, the upper balcony area is still accessible, that could be a writing spot again. I have a show there tomorrow afternoon, I should the refurb will have included reasonable temperature controls.

So far the warmest venue has been ZOO Playground 1, the heat kind of added an extra uncomfortable edge to the feverish dream quality of the play (not nightmarish, just that unease that you dreamt something awful but can’t recall, and your body shudders when you try). The fact that The Last Drop might be in Brazilian Portuguese (being from Brazil) had not occurred to me, no worries folk, there are subtitles, but this again added to the otherness. I didn’t always follow what was happening but am not sure if that was me or how the play plays; very much like a David Lynch film, just sit back and go with it! ⭐️⭐️⭐️½

This afternoon I headed to the Westend, off Princes Street, to a place I didn’t know existed. It was to see Mistakes on Maps, I assumed the venue name, Library of Mistakes was just a joke to go along with the show, nope, it’s a real place (dedicated to the study of financial history) tucked away down along a back lane. Historical maps and facts, some quirkier than others, that’s it, interesting if that’s your thing; okay, I thought the presentation was a tad lame, but these are map nerds sharing their passion, fair enough. If you’re not rushing away afterwards there are plenty of maps laid out to peruse and chat about. If you’re a secret map nerd, this may be for you, you’ll need a map to find it!

I would also mention St Mary’s Episcopal Cathedral nearby, that bloody huge building at the end of Melville Street. Definitely worth a look if you have time!

Toodle pip!