So Friday was my last full day in Edinburgh. It began earlier than other days as Joe came in at 6:30 in the morning and proceed to play his fucking ukulele singing "EVERYONE IN THE FLAT GET UP!" How that boy has so much energy to keeping going I do not know!
I took one last chance to walk around the city that had been my home for the past couple of weeks, I was going to miss the city, it really is beautiful, I met with Gary, Baz and Jess for lunch, Gary wanted to have haggis one last time (I mean he calls it haggis, he's veggie it's not its just vegetables they sell vegetables everywhere) After that we hit the Royal Mile one last time, the street didn't seem very busy but I got a lot more people asking me where the venue was and what time it started and how long it would go on for etc etc. Questions like that are normally a positive sign that they are going to come and watch and we got a reasonably large crowd at least 30 with a few late walk-ins could have been more. As I was coming to and end of my time at the Royal Mile a women came up to me taking a flyer.
"I know you from somewhere?"
"Yes, I think I know you"
"Where do I know you from?"
"I don't know" I should point out it was raining and I had hood so the fact anyone could recognise my face was rather impressive.
She looked at me and then on the flyer and began to walk away shouting "I'll figure it out." Just as she was out of view I heard her shout two words which meant she defiantly knew me and this wasn't a case of mistaken identity.
"HOLMES CHAPEL"
"Yes" Was all I said as a response, I'm from Holmes Chapel that much is true, but I still didn't know the women in question. It was rattling my brain for over an hour, I would look back at Jamie and say "Who was that?" and he'd shrug. Then it hit me or it kind of did because I'm still not if I'm right but I'm pretty certain 60% certain that 58% certain, I think, that it was an old Drama teacher, Miss Nelson I hadn't seen her for about ten years I was a lot shorter last time she saw me so well done on her for noticing. I felt bad for not being able to make the link sooner but if this was after two weeks of fringe antics and I had been up since 6:30 am. So my apologies for not recognising you (if you were at the fringe or know someone who was at the fringe who saw me and was pissed off I didn't recognise them please get in touch, and I'm sorry brain has stopped working properly.)
The gig was fairly busy which was nice for our last night but they weren't a loud audience, but at least I was looking at smiling faces rather than one man wanting to punch me in the face. After the gig we went out drinking and we ended up in a bar, called Frankenstein's which seemed to only have memorabilia relating to Frankenstein's monster and very little regarding the man Dr. Frankenstein a cynical me might say that the person who did the decor didn't know that Frankenstein and the Monster are two separate characters but I'm sure that isn't the case.
The bouncer in the club didn't seem to like us, at one point I was dancing and was told by the bouncer if I did that again he'd kick me out. Gary decided to do an Irish jig claiming the Killers were a Irish folk band that sold out. We had fun, but that bouncer will definitely be voting Yes in the upcoming referendum.
Epilogue - Day 13 Saturday 23rd
The next day we woke up hungover and packed our things, we got out on time (+50 minutes) and headed over to the Purple Pig which is where I met Gary and Hayley on the first day, an event that seems like a lifetime ago. I left after eating as my train was a few hours before everybody else's. The train was packed and I spent most of the time sleeping. The train pulled in at Crewe and I was home, my Edinburgh adventure over. Right now to start planning next year's show...
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