You Love It!
Oops. We've missed some days. This is due to the slow group nervous breakdown that we, and everyone else involved in the Festival, are experiencing now that the first full week is nearing a close. It's at this point that you feel that you've gone really far, but then you have a look at the calender and realise that you're not allowed to go home until September, and every day drags out in front of you, and then you want to curl up in to a ball and cry, because it's not possible to even consider sitting in another dark room while people say things to you wearing a variety of costumes and using some props. But then you go along to the niCe mUm show, and you feel better again.
Today is a good day. Today, and indeed yesterday, we are only seeing one or two shows. The days where you only see one or two shows are the days when your brain starts working again, you can think about things in terms other than star ratings, and you don't have to be nice to people whose shows you've just seen, which were actually a bit rubbish but you don't want to say.
So we've spent the best part of the last two weeks drinking, watching shows, laughing hysterically (quite often in the wrong places) and drinking. It's actually becoming difficult to be awake and still sober now. Somehow it seems wrong to be conscious in day light hours and not have a pint of something in your hand. We walk in to our favourite bar and the blonde barmaid starts immediately pouring our drink of choice. Honestly. I'm not kidding about that. That actually happens.
The lovely Joanne left yesterday, having braved out almost a week and many challenges and rites of passage to officially become, in the words of Dave Mum, a "lovely lounger". We're pleased to declare that she has, having seen over 20 shows in the time she was here, run herself into the ground in terms of debt and liver damage, and still left with a smile and skip in her step. We're all very proud to call her one of us, and look forward to hearing how she gets on in the real world.
Check out the reviews section, now updated with actual reviews and star ratings. And if you see us anywhere at any time, please do come up and say hello, with a Tennents Top for each of us, and we'll be your best friends forever.
Today is a good day. Today, and indeed yesterday, we are only seeing one or two shows. The days where you only see one or two shows are the days when your brain starts working again, you can think about things in terms other than star ratings, and you don't have to be nice to people whose shows you've just seen, which were actually a bit rubbish but you don't want to say.
So we've spent the best part of the last two weeks drinking, watching shows, laughing hysterically (quite often in the wrong places) and drinking. It's actually becoming difficult to be awake and still sober now. Somehow it seems wrong to be conscious in day light hours and not have a pint of something in your hand. We walk in to our favourite bar and the blonde barmaid starts immediately pouring our drink of choice. Honestly. I'm not kidding about that. That actually happens.
The lovely Joanne left yesterday, having braved out almost a week and many challenges and rites of passage to officially become, in the words of Dave Mum, a "lovely lounger". We're pleased to declare that she has, having seen over 20 shows in the time she was here, run herself into the ground in terms of debt and liver damage, and still left with a smile and skip in her step. We're all very proud to call her one of us, and look forward to hearing how she gets on in the real world.
Check out the reviews section, now updated with actual reviews and star ratings. And if you see us anywhere at any time, please do come up and say hello, with a Tennents Top for each of us, and we'll be your best friends forever.
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