Not that I’m denying any ulterior motive on my part to squeezing in this forty-ninth unique event prior to the weekend, but it’d also have been a shame to have it cancelled because nobody was available to troop it since Charlie is such a nice guy. So despite the hassle of getting into Edinburgh and having to bully Nu-Stu into coming along too it was a pleasure again to be out in public for the Fringe crowd.
Once again they lived up to their reputation as tollerant and welcoming, with nary a whisper of trouble from the beer laden attendees, and their reputation for being seriously odd in the head, as evidenced by the procession of people insisting on kneeling at gunpoint and one group of gents who wanted us to use our guns to viola- Actually, you know what, lets just skip the rest of this story…
Couple of strange occurrences of people not being keen on our spotter taking photos with them in, don’t know if this is a new trend or just a weird coincidence due to the lack of crew wear, but it struck me as odd regardless. Not quite as odd Stuarts TK being as being mistaken for a Ghostbuster though. I actually thought the two women knew him and it was an in-joke reference to his RI costume but apparently it was an entirely legitimate mistake!