Sunday morning. It’s cold and wet and windy and I’m stuck sitting under an air conditioner at this internet cafe – pretty much par for the course here in gloomy old Edinburgh. In contrast, the Festival has been totally amazing and bright. I’ve seen some wonderful shows and met some equally wonderful people. But I’m now ready to head home. It’s been a long and arduous month. We’re all tired and ready for a siesta under Barcelona’s warm sunny skies. Soon… We fly home on Wednesday. But there are still two days left in this bohemouth of an arts festival. Today and tomorrow. That not only means that we have two more shows to perform, but it means that I only have two more days to see as many other shows as humanly possible.

This month, I have already seen 55 shows! More than anyone else I know. I figure: if I’m gonna lose the equivalent of a small family fortune here, I may as well make the most of it. So today I’ll try and see another four shows and then another three or four tomorrow. Then I’ll be ready to die a happy man. I’ve decided not to write reviews for all of the shows I’ve seen, but I’ll probably do a round-up of the best and worst of the Fringe. Probably from the comfort of my own home next week sometime.