The first real day of the Fringe, and I can only manage a solitary show? Lazy!
- Best of the Edinburgh Fest
I was, of course, hiding out at The Gov, far away from the predictable crowds that would be cramming the city for the Fringe Parade and Opening hijinks; nevertheless, as I was wondering through North Adelaide at around 10:30pm, a rather drunk chap (well older than I, may I add) put his arm around me and slurred “we’re the Fringe, mate. The fucking Fringe!”
Errrm, quite.