Thursday, 6 September 2007
No more silver men
Do you know what has been lovely this past week? Being able to walk around in Edinburgh without seeing anyone painted silver. Or blue. Or any 6 foot obviously-rugby-playing blokes dressed only in a nappy and carrying a dummy and a bottle. There has been a noticeable absence of gangs of posh young chaps attired as cleaning ladies, inclusive of pinny, Hilda Ogden headscarf and curlers. No-one has thrown themselves on the pavement in front of me declaring "I die! I die!" I haven't heard any pan pipes. Or didgeridoos. And nobody has tried to stuff leaflets into my pockets (or put them on top of the pile of files I am carrying - grrrrrrr!) because I won't voluntarily take one. No-one believes their entire happiness depends on persuading me to see their groundbreaking performance of Hamlet in medieval Serbo-Croat. In short, the Festival is over for another year. Thank God.