To be quite honest this event held literally zero appeal beforehand, it meant making the hike all the way to Edinburgh, it was during the Fringe so being out in public would be drunkenly chaotic, it would be a very late return home and as it turned out the weather was totally bucketting down when we arrived too.
As it happened though, I’d spoken with Shortarse the day before and he bigged it up so it was in the back of my mind to maybe come along and with the Erskine event turning out as a bit of a damp squib it cemented my determination to get a decent gig out of the weekend, so off we set.
Having re-affirmed my belief that Edinburgh remains a place never to be driven (nor parked) in though the troop turned out to be highly enjoyable. I’ve mentioned before that it seemed the public over there seem more respectful of people dressed oddly in their city streets, and despite the literal festival atmosphere this did indeed turn out to be accurate.
From a personal point of view I seemed to have cracked the positioning of my microphone inside the helmet and for the first time in a while came across very clearly and was able banter extensively with the punters, although to my regret this meant pointing one poor woman and her daughters towards the entirely wrong venue for the show itself albeit they did end up sitting in an enourmous upside down purple cow, so at least they could enjoy the novelty of that instead…
With us all having been graciously awarded an exclusive One Man Star Wars Trilogy event patch by Charlie Ross and allowed in to see the show afterwards (Quickest de-kit ever. Fact.) it was unfortunate we couldn’t stay on afterwards to socialise as I’d like to have asked why the cold dead eyed Ewoks were left out of the narrative and, more critically, why the Biker Scouts didn’t get a look in, however some of us did have work in the mor- erm… afternoon…