It’s the start of the third week, the final Monday for some, as the majority of shows will finish sometime this weekend with only a few going through to the bitter end that is the English bank holiday Monday. I have one show definitely lined up for it (if you’ve been paying attention you’ll know the one) and that might actually be it for the last day. The day after the end Thom Tuck has proposed an unrehearsed read-through of the second half of The Princess Bride (it was started the end of last year’s Fringe and halfway was as far as it got). The first half was an hilarious hotch-potch, so I may well meander along (the triangle bit of seating across from the Pleasance Dome).

If you’re thinking I haven’t been mentioning many shows recently, sorry, my bad, it’s a strange balancing act, enjoying time Fringing and making time to write about it, the last couple of years seem to have dunted my Fringe focus and stamina, or maybe I’m just getting old and jaded, haha. I’ve also been slightly overwhelmed by emails popping up from Fringe shows inviting me along to review them, like, huh? It is flattering to be asked, but as I keep reiterating, I’m not a professional reviewer, I’d hate for someone to expect a fancy highfalutin review and then read my musings. Of course, that would kind of point out that they’d not actually read my blog, haha.

As I received more emails, I realised that there’s a good chance that it’s a standard invite with my name at the top (well, that would explain some stuff), phew, relief. A friend told me that those emails aren’t particularly expecting replies unless it’s yes, please. So I’m very sorry to anyone who has taken the time to email me, but hasn’t heard back, yet. And who’s to say my musings would have put any more bums on seats, anyway?

I had to go out at that time. Carl Marah was playing at the St James Quarter Sessions, excellent as usual. An intimate setting in the top foyer/bar area with a small but very attentive audience. Now it’s time for the Moanin’ Bones at Stramash followed by Carl (again!) at the Cow Shed. A rather fine evening there!

Toodle-oo!