Edinburgh Fringe Weekend

We went to two events in Edinburgh this weekend.





Check out the cow. For some reason, it took us several minutes to figure out that the bits on top are udders.





We actually stayed near North Berwick as it was way too expensive to stay anywhere near the city centre. We have been there before and it was just as lovely this time.

First, on Saturday we went to see Toby Hadoke in a one-man show called 'Moths Ate my Doctor Who Scarf'. We had seen this before, but it was still enjoyable as parts of it have grown and changed. The sappy parts did not make me cry this time..almost did...but didn't.







Second, we went on Sunday to see Henry Rollins in yet another spoken word show, which for the most part is comedy. It was unfortunately short due to the back-to-back bookings for the hall. However, it was good as always. This time it was about his travels and his quest to meet actual people living in the so-called 'Axis of Evil', a.k.a. the Middle East.



The funniest part of the evening for me was before the show. Those that know me very well know that I have an unfortunate habit of not paying attention, which has resulted in my going into the Men's room (toilets for you Brits) no less than about 100 times in my life. Well, I did it again last night. Except this time, I noticed the door and the fact that there were blokes in there about half way in. That is not really the funny part. The funny part is that I ran out of there mortified as usual......straight into Henry Rollins, who was standing outside the men's room door. I say straight in, but I did not actually touch him, just startled him as I was running out of the men's room without looking where I was going. But, I could not save the situation from complete dorkiness...oh no....I had to give him a look of total fright (or so I imagined) and then run into what I thought was the ladies' room (it was).

Now, I thought for sure that he would be gone into the stage area or in the Men's room when I came out. No such luck. He was then standing between the stage door and the Ladies'. I found this out because instead of taking the door right into the lobby, I took a wrong turn and tried to go into the stage door, where he once again looked me directly in the face as if I was a mad woman. Oh, but I was slick this time. Instead of running (or nearly running into him) I did an about face and plunged into the lobby. No, 'about face' would not be the right phrase. I did a complete 360 on one foot in an attempt to find the lobby door, then I ran and semi-fell into the lobby, not before nearly collapsing in a fit of nervous giggles that would be too embarrassing for a two year old to withstand.

Thankfully, he did not mention it no less than 5 minutes later when he came on stage. Though he did a whole bit about getting lost in Edinburgh (which I always do all the time). Perhaps I was an inspiration? You should note that although he is about 3 feet tall, he is still scary.

Next Issue: 'I can't use my Irish Euros in Italy and you have ruined my holiday' and other stupid complaints I've heard in my new job.