Today is my last day at Showbiz Headquarters and I wish I could stay. I will miss the sunny office, I will miss walking down Cowgate every morning. I have learnt one very important lesson during my time here and it is this: there will always be vomit on Cowgate. Monday morning - fresh vomit. Tuesday morning - fresh vomit. Tuesday afternoon - fresh vomit on the fresh vomit.
I have only just figured out how to embed videos in blog posts and I have so much more to share! I have barely set foot outside my door yet; the Fringe needs to be experienced 24 hours of everyday and it is only with hindsight as I begin my last 48 hours in the city that I start to regret going to sleep at all. "Sleep when you're dead" might be a phrase only appropriate to live by if you don't have a day job, but I can't believe I missed Late Night Gimp Fight (twice!), or the theatre company Belt Up's bar in C Soco, or the opportunity to get tickets for Bo Burnham who I think will be a megastar by Christmas. I saw him on Nicholson Street looking a bit lost and I very nearly rugby-tackled him in an attempt to make his comedy rub off on me. He's also quite cute.
Yes, I am also sad because I am going back into the she-wolf box I call University to start a dissertation. All ideas I had and was once so enthusiastic about have gone down the toilet into the sewer of idea Hell. Why can't I just sing instead? New ideas for songs to reinvent come to me daily, hence the onslaught of embedded videos of gorgeous women singing gorgeous songs who I hope to emulate, maybe this time next year, who knows.
Speaking of the years going by, I walked down Blair Street yesterday for the first time in a year, during the memorable times of 'True Dare Kiss'. (The Fringe sell-out of 2009!)
It still smells like corpses and beer. It smells like The Fringe. I will miss it so.
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