After admittedly only two shows for me at the Edinburgh Fringe, this particular annual jamboree has gone rather well.  My first performance of Chris Neill's Got A Bun In The Oven was within a few seats of a sell-out and fabulously enjoyable, yesterday's was instead a little more soggy with only half the number of audience and the atmosphere feeling, if not quite as bad as the weather, then certainly a little damp.

It is strange how every year combines the almost entirely predictable with the ever-so unlikely.  For example, in true festival style I have failed so far to eat a single green vegetable and more worryingly still after a few hours of decent weather as I say the rain has started coming down and in true Midlothian fashion this means incessantly and heavily and lasting for days rather than hours.  Consequently the crowds are thinner and everyone looks glum.

Sadly, if I'd bothered to think about it I could have foreseen this rather than it coming as an unwelcome suprise; what I couldn't have foreseen was that I would spend an hour after my show chatting over a pint of Guinness about the Swedish way with offal with Britt Ekland, and then watching a video on YouTube of the Scotsman's chief comedy critic Kate Copstick being blasted in the face with blue paint shot at great speed out of the arse of some burlesque performer.  Something for everyone.