We got some good reviews this year. "Trainspotting" picked up a couple of 5 stars and a couple of 4 stars, and my own wee effort bagged 4 stars from the British Theatre Guide. What was odd this year was that the shows were reviewed really early in the week which meant we had the opportunity to that fringiest of fringe things: stapling the reviews to flyers. The idea here is to differentiate yourself from the 1000s of other shows by pinning some tangible proof to your handbill to the effect that you are not another bunch of students from the Home Counties performing Hamlet barefoot in a toilet in Leith to a Drum and Bass sound track.
This will mean nothing to those of you who don't inhabit Edinburgh in August, but the currency amongst the performers is quite definitely STARS. We are prostitutes for them. Well - I'm not. I've never slept with anyone for a star. I've never sunk so low as to sink to my knees and unzip the unwashed corduroys of a sweaty hack from The List just to get a favourable review.
But that's only because they've never asked me. If any of you are reading this, drop me an e-mail and I'm sure we can work something out.
Nightcap
15 years ago
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