A broken slate of grey
21 June 2010
I really want to go see David Vann and Anthony Bourdain at the book festival, but given that meeting authors has sometimes resulted in my going away and thinking that they are complete and utter twats, I might not. Ah, the wisdom of experience — it’s far better to never allow reality to intrude on an enjoyable book.
Festival season. Ah. Not my favourite time of year in Edinburgh. As grouchy as I might sound, it’s really highly annoying to have tourists drifting about like lost sheep, spreading their collective girth to take up the entire width of the pavement. Yes, it’s the capital and has all these dirty old buildings. On a nice day it looks great. Fabulous. Please give the people who work in Edinburgh the room to walk to and from their offices.
At least there are free events at the Fringe. Most of them will be shite, but I’ve earmarked three that look like they could be fun (and most definitely not scatological). After last year’s Hot Club of Cowtown discovery at the Jazz festival (Kristen, you should totally go and see them play in Austin this August), I’m looking forward to seeing that programme.
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