Entry for 19th June 2008, 2008

So, I said that I would tell you a few stories about my experiences at the Edinburgh Fringe.
I realised that I was in Edinburgh on my second day at the Festival. I'd taken my kids along to see "Sketchy!" which is one of the two shows that we were producing this year. It was penned by The Flame Haired Writing Genius, and is a snappy little sketch show for young kids.
I was sitting towards the back of the theatre behind a family of typical Fringe goers - Upper Middle Class parents dragging their slightly precocious children along to the theatre because it an improving experience. Even though I love the theatre, I do realise that any right-thinking child would much prefer to be chasing a sibling with a jobby on a stick.
At any event, there's one point in the show when one of the characters throws a bundle of tea bags into the audience (yes - you are right - there IS a certain magic in the theatre). One of the teabags landed in the lap of the precocious eight year old girl in front of me. She picked it up gingerly, gazed at it for a moment and then said with an air of faint incedulity: "Mummy - this isn't Earl Grey."
You wouldn't get that in Glasgow.