But I am here to work as well as party. Around 3pm each day I dress as a fairy and sing in “Potted Panto” at the Pleasance as well as working on props, costume, stage management, publicity….. Thank god the actors Dan and Jeff and director, Richard Hurst are such a wonderfully mad bunch! It's not slave labour at all. Ho hum. The craziness of the ‘Potted’ world has never failed to brighten my day and is oddly one of the most successful post late-night blues cures (yes I know it’s an afternoon show but an Edinburgh hangover is to be wallowed in). Thankfully Jeff has stopped breaking the V.I.P. s (very important (and expensive) props) but we sadly said goodbye to our humongous pumpkin as it joined the retired Randy the tiger in the dressing room. The pumpkin had something to do with Cinderella but I could never quite work out where the tiger fitted in. And why Randy?
For a first timer this month has been an unforgettably intense experience with ups and downs, the downs usually self inflicted. The atmosphere of the fringe is unlike anything I’ve seen before. A whole bunch of creative minds in close proximity sounds like a disastrous formula but here it really works. You constantly meet new people who all share a love for the arts and are happy to engage with someone new.
Now with a week to go what to do? I have definitely not seen nearly enough shows (as I kept thinking, “Well, I’ve got the whole month”) and I have definitely not drunk enough of a certain truly yummy alcoholic ginger beer which I have already ordered a crate of. Oh what a wonderful discovery that was. Now, despite near terminal exhaustion I’m determined to hit the last week of the Fringe with whatever youthful gusto I can conjure. I’m not a Potted Panto fairy for nothing! Work hard, party hard…. Sleep is an over-rated necessity anyway.
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