The “official” opening of the Fringe has been and gone; it’s time to get down to business.
- We’re Kind Of A Big Deal
- 36 Hours
- Ro Campbell: You take the High Ro, I’ll take the Low Ro.
The fully-opened Garden of Unearthly Delights? The Garden of Sandbanked Barkchips, more like. I imagine Gluttony would be a mudbowl by now; the ground was so sodden that my toe-shoes were sinking about an inch into the soil (and, hence, filling with water). The Austral Red Room is still a hotbox. And the Producers Bar Beer Garden looks like a fantastic late-night hangout spot – especially if The BottleRockets are playing.
So – that’s work done for another four-and-a-half weeks. All plain sailing from here!
- Musical Skeletons in my Closet
- Rhys Nicholson – ‘Eurgh’
Wandered through the slightly sodden Garden earlier this evening, too. Unimpressed – it may be wise to stay away from there for the next couple of days, lest it turn into a mudbowl. Love the new FringeTIX office on Rymill Park, though – there’s shade for all the people queuing for tickets!
Last night was get-re-acquainted-with-Holden-Street night; tonight was La Bohème’s turn. Their mojitos certainly took the edge off the weather, and the pinot noir they have at the moment is a delight (after a bit of air).
- Rachel Collis – Naked Dream
- New Cabal
You know “work”? The stuff that I do the other eleven months of the year? The stuff that finances my little ff-expeditions? I’m pretty bloody glad that my last of it for nearly five weeks is tomorrow.
Despite the opening ceremony (of sorts) last week, I’m nominating this as the first day of my ff2014 Campaign. And it’s off to a good start: two impressive shows out at the slightly re-jigged Holden Street, with pretty good crowds in for preview shows.
- Albert Einstein: Relativitively Speaking
- Bitch Boxer
It’s so easy to settle back into The Groove, isn’t it? I had all the best intentions of writing and researching and Getting Stuff Done, but instead I wind up chatting away with Peter and Martha and Shelley and Nicole… and I wouldn’t change a thing.