Well, it’s about time I got back to writing some of these shows up. I’ve had a lazy four months off, moved home, and have just found my backpack stuffed full of Fringe and Festival stuff; my head is a little clearer, so now there’s just the small matter of seventy-five shows to remember.
Seventy. Five.
Sigh.
Prediction: a brief flurry of posts, followed by a two-month lull, with another flurry around Christmas, and thirty increasingly brief recollections pumped out late January.