the gathering storm

well, ok, the gathering heavy showers, glimpsed from under my brolly this afternoon. just, y'know, go with me on this one, 'k?

the gathering storm: it doesn't officially start til tomorrow but already i hate the fringe. i want my city back from the tourists who think the city stops for everyone to enjoy the festival and so no of course i'm not in a hurry to get my shopping done and get back to work; from the yahs who think it's hilarious to go around in costume in groups of 25 and talk very loudly all the time in their braying voices; from the f*ckwits who think they'll cool just cos they're wearing a black t-shirt that says 'staff' on the back. AND NO I DON'T WANT A BLOODY FLYER.

(yes, i'm joining the wingpig school of ranting! not helped by the fact that i'm just done on day one of a five-day week that actually has 6.5 shifts in it...)

call me a masochist though, but i'm sticking to my vow of blipping the festivals for the whole of august - excluding a few days where i know i have something more interesting and more personal going on, and the few days i'm hoping to be elsewhere than edinburgh, anyway... artistic licence and all that!

EDIT: a slightly more well-tempered rant appeared here in the scotsman