Fringe Dancers

Not the sort of scene His Lordship and I would have found in Stromness or Kirkwall. No, these were Oriental Dancers making my route through the stuff of nightmares that is the High Street and GeorgeIV Bridge during the Festival, almost worthwhile.

Perhaps if I had stopped long enough to collect one of their flyers, I would have known to which corner of the Orient they belonged. They looked so fresh and beautiful against the backdrop of sombre grey stone houses in the Royal Mile.

There was an equally transfixing site in Kirkwall last Saturday when a truck of tarred and feathered young men on a stag do, drove through the town, all the while banging sticks on the metal sides of the vehicle. There was always the possibility that the lucky bride- to- be had been bubble wrapped and tied to a lamp standard on a traffic island- we've seen that too.

I am sure that there will be many amongst you who are of the opinion that anyone tired of the Edinburgh Fringe is tired of life. Perhaps if they had to live in the middle of it for three weeks every year for as long as they could remember, they might change their opinion.
It may be time to consider renting out the house in August for mega bucks and go travelling.