The Edinburgh Fringe is actually not so much a test for comedians and the like, but rather of one’s ability to drink at any given hour, and adopt the position ‘When in Rome’..
The first night had my Scottish lady host and I craning our necks to see Harmonium at Usher Hall. “Do you think the choir is singing live?” I asked J. A gentleman beside me passed a wine glass to his friend in front of my nose: “Why don’t you stop asking questions and just enjoy it!” he commented.
The next afternoon, I followed J into the monkey bar. “You’ll love it here” she told me, “They show movies a few times a week in the afternoon and I think it’s the cheapest Prosecco in town – £12 for a bottle, if I remember correctly.”
Conversations with Strangers 