4th May, 2009 - 10 Anecdotes About Fringe 2009 - #7

I am going to tell you about one of my secret Fringe rituals. I know it will remain a secret for two reasons. First, you have a kind face, and I feel I can trust you. Second, I know that only two people read this, so I am relatively confident that my confidences will remain firmly under wraps.

I sneak out of the flat early, while everyone else is still sleeping, and I buy a newspaper. Usually the Scotsman (although I am reviewing my patronage of that rag, following their sever lapse in taste at giving my play a less than glowing review). And I take it to a little cafe I love, and I read it! I read it slowly. While drinking coffee. More than one coffee. We take our time with each other, the newspaper and I. We do not rush things. We sit there in the early morning light, not speaking - we do not need to - we understand each other. We now the spell will be broken so, but for now - in our little cafe by the castle - we are the whole world to each other.