Only In Edinburgh
Nowhere else in the world do you go out for a sandwich at lunchtime and:
- Come back with a handful of flyers for shows you'll never go and see.
- See a dance troupe performing on a traffic island.
- Get flyered by the star of a show.
- See a group of people (who are presumably in a show) dressed not only as cats, but as specific kinds of cats (namely Siamese, Persian and Calico).
Labels: Edinburgh
I still haven't got over the pack of 6 foot+ hairy rugby-player type blokes I saw who were all dressed as babies complete with nappies, bonnets, bootees and dummies. I still have flashbacks. *shudder* I think we should hibernate for August. Or move out and rent out our houses for obscene amounts of money to blokes called Julian.
Go see Louis CK. Very interesing.
I've just discovered your blog (via Loth's) but you don't seem to post much. Which is a pity, since I like your style, but on the other hand I don't have time to read any more blogs so maybe it's just as well.
I like your blog name, anyway!
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