Visiting dignitary alert part #5
Having spent last Friday morning with Pensioner (coffee and folding bikes), imindoors, Driech and Arachne on Saturday (The Wall, The Mill), Sunday was the day of rest; Monday was Hell4Murph as we headed off to work, Thursday I caught a fleeting glimpse of Shandonner in darkest Gorgie near a flaming pavement today's name out of the hat was none other than Woodleywise. We arranged to meet after he'd been to a show at Monkey Barrel 3 (which confusingly isn't between Monkey Barrel 2 and 4 but across the road). Still I had my Cigs t shirt on even though I arranged a torrential downpour to coincide with his arrival back into the real world. Well, we want visitors to Auld Reekie to get the full festival experience, right? Still, it helped him find me without any fuss.

Having bade Mrs Woodley farewell, we worked up a thirst by hitting the Doric (fully 300 yards away) for a heavy or two and escape the sunshine that was starting to break out.

An enjoyable chat about life, the universe and blip before I passed him over to his friends at the Pleasance and off in search of Her and some white spray paint. (Not necessarily in that order)

We had hoped for a sneaky wee Thai, but it was fully booked, so Tuk Tuk it was; back to Hers including an impromtu chat with local piss artist Chas Williams; a drink at Bristo Square, an avoidance of putting up a tent for the lass in the back garden even when faced with a weather forecast that was threatening thunderstorms throughout the night...

And Paul Currie. A bit surreal and shouty for Her, so we managed 3/4 of the show before heading home in the gathering storm.

50 minutes waiting for a 47 - I would have at least appreciated the symmetry of a 47 minute wait for a 47 - I got home after midnight, despite leaving hers at 1040. If it hadn,t been lashing down I'd have walked it in way less than that.... 

Extra is a Marknlizzie take on the WiseWoodley.