Festival

Edinburgh isn't my city any more, it isn't the city I live and work in the rest of the year. Now it's one big outdoor playpark and bar and theatre experience. It's full of people who come here for a brief moment and walk around talking of shows and reviews and 'hot' tickets. Oh, and drinking garish Aperol in the gardens.

We natives have to fight our way to work, avoiding the flyers and braving the buses slowed by the questions about numbers and destinations and change.

Day 8 (if you count the previews) and already the city is heaving. 25 days to go.

Tonight we went to see, hear and laugh at Danny Bhoy. 12 nights for 12 charities. He was funny. It was a good and now I'm off back to the silence of the burbs, beyond the reach of the aliens who've descended on my city. Festivals.