Edinburgh Fringe Frenzy
Over two days we covered ♪♪ 500 miles ♪♪ and had gazillions of leaflets thrust at us as we negotiated the Royal Mile. Imagine my delight though, as we were loitering outside The Gilded Balloon after seeing Winter is Coming, to see Croft & Pearce handing out leaflets for their show. We saw them last year in a small and dingy cupboard under the stairs, and they were brilliant. Observant, clever, and using minimal props, Croft & Pearce use body language and facial expressions (as well as a raft of different accents) to get in-character.
The venue was bigger this year and packed to the gunnels (whatever they are). Fortunately there was a man behind me somewhere guffawing loudly throughout the show, which effectively drew attention away from my haw haw hawing. Croft & Pearce have been my highlight of #edfringe so far. John managed not to get picked on this year, but sweated buckets until the end of the show just in case. By the end of the show, my mascara was running in deeply unattractive rivulets, so much so that random strangers demanded to know which show we’d seen. Our 17 year old daughter and her 7 friends watched the show too and loved it, so it obviously appeals across gender and age. Might have to see you a second time, this year girls. I’m still chuckling about the sketches, and worryingly keep doing that Dan thing with my top lip. Go and see the show.
As if that wasn’t enough chuckledom, we were looking for a ‘filler’ just before seeing Four Screws Loose at Assembley Gardens, when who should appear from behind, arm outstretched bearing a leaflet and sustaining a quavering soprano aaaaaaahhhhhh (I’m aware that readers will have no idea what I’m trying to describe, but frankly, I don’t give a damn), but … Richard from Four Screws Loose!
This was the 4th time we’ve seen Four Screws Loose. The first time was an accident. I was standing on a street corner having lost my group and a nice man urged me to see the show (it was the dad of one of the boys, I think). As we were in between shows, we went along. It was free, but so good that everyone was desperately stuffing £5 and £10 notes in the hats on the way out. The sketches were ridiculous and hilarious and topical. the 4 lads completely in tune with one another. And thus began a beautiful relationship between us and them, although it was a little one sided. Last year, Les Miserables made me howl like a banshee, but luckily, there’s lots of noise and music between sketches so my haw haw hawing again was not a source of embarrassment to my companions. This year there were also plenty of mascara-running moments, and at the end of the show, the boys were there to chat to the audience (as were Croft & Pearce). Sadly there were no tickets left for daughter and friends. Next time though.
The Pure the Dead and the Brilliant was also great fun, and the Rubber Bandits show was odd but funny in parts . Next up this week: Bruce Fummey with Aahm Voting Yes – half African/half Scottish very funny yet insightful – makes my half Irish/half Scottish/married to a Shetlander seem a trifle dilute. Bruce is also a maths and physics teacher. I think he’s taught some if not all of our children, at Perth High School. I went off him a year or so ago, when he picked on me during one of his shows, for … wearing a pink coat. But I’m over that now … maybe.
A wee dander in Princes Street Gardens, later on and what did we see … a mahoosive MARY sign. Natch, I clambered over the foliage to get this picture: