Starting from the 1st of August, I have a month spent in the lovely scottish city of Edinburgh.
You may ask why, but if you do you must not be aware of me or my life. And more importantly, you’re not following me on Twitter, which you should be.
But I’ll pander to your ignorance. Ryan is producing a show for the Edinburgh Fringe Festival. The show is called “Coal Head, Toadstool Mouth and Other Stories” and while I’ve spent alot of time in the cyber world selling it to everyone who wants to come (which you should, and you should check out the poster I designed and find out where and when later on…) this blog is a more personal account of what is, basically, a holiday for me.
"I'm looking for a good way to spend an evening between 8:30 and 9:30..."
Because Edinburgh is a lovely city (the view from the balcony I’m sat next to proves this) and I could do with the practice of writing about my life everyday.
The eagle eyed reader will notice that this blog is being posted on the 2nd of August but says Day 1 in the title.
The stalker eared reader will also be aware that I’m only actually in Edinburgh until the 28th, even though my opening paragraph says a month et al.
I call you pedantic and must insist you stop talking about these flaws in my blog.
Since arriving in Edinburgh yesterday afternoon, I’ve already had lots of tea, stared at lots of emails and spent slightly too much money on alcohol. I blame that on a cast members birthday. I must vow to be better behaved with my wallet or I won’t be able to afford the train back.
I predict day 10 of this blog is when I start to worry about this train-affording-issue. I could solve this by booking a ticket now but, honestly, where’s the fun?
The brightness of the outside shrouds our hard work.
So, here I sit, at one end of the productivity centre of which a picture is currently being taken of. I don’t trust the camera person, but we’ll see how the photo turns out – it’ll probably be the picture above this paragraph in a web based chronological paradox. Here’s hoping the photo’s a gooden.
As it happens, in the brief respite where that not-so-decent photo was taken I also found a photo from the train ride yesterday, which I feel sums up the people I’m in Scotland with. Or atleast two of them.
And that’s what I’ll finish day 1 with. Enjoy. And expect more.
There was a smell which caused this. A bad smell. But a good photograph.
