The third thing that I love about the Edinburgh Fringe, is going hunting for reviews in the early morning. I sometimes slip out of our flat before breakfast and set off for the newsagent. I am unshaven and hungover, and sometimes I will find a little coffee shop on my own and sit and read the Arts pages.
I should say that, for 51 weeks of the year I am uninterested in the Arts pages. Drama is a hobby for me, and the press releases and reviews of shows that I will never see don’t interest me. I think the only way to work out whether you like something is to see it for yourself. I am not enormously interested in critical opinion. But, during my week in the sun, I let myself go a bit. I indulge myself in the fantasy that what the papers say about my little productions actually matters.
It doesn’t of course. Not in the grand scheme of things. But, for a half hour or so, with an espresso and the papers in front of me, it is nice to have this as the biggest focus of my life.
Nightcap
15 years ago
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