So I thought I’d try something a little different today. Firstly, because I haven’t done a blog post in ages and I feel ever so guilty about that (I know my lack of blog posts constitutes a major void in your life). Also, because I’m heading back up to Edinburgh next week and I’m understandably excited. However, I guess the biggest reason is to shamelessly plug my sister’s show (if you stop reading here you are officially a bad person). The first time I saw it (back in 2010) it was absolutely brilliant (even taking into account my natural bias) and from what I can see of the reviews so far, it looks like it’s evolved to something even better. The play is called Sold and features a cast primarily made up of newly graduated students of Central School of Speech and Drama. It focuses on human trafficking in a way that demands your attention so completely you are truly immersed in the stories being told. If you are in Edinburgh (or possess the ability to get to Edinburgh) then you simply must see this show. More details can be found on the show’s website and I seriously challenge you to see this show and regret it (astute blog readers will realise that this challenge is mostly to ensure bums-on-seats for my sister but I challenge you none the less!).
So now that shameless bit of pluggery (a non (?) word that should be a word if ever I saw one) is done and dusted I can leave you with this poem I wrote about the Fringe. It’s the first poem I’ve written in a long time and I still cling on to rhyme and meter in a way that I’m sure makes me far too conformist to ever be taken seriously as a poet, but I hope you enjoy it anyway!
As you wander that Mile,
And the world rushes past,
Letting you know that you’re back here at last.
The show that you came for,
The ones that you miss,
The 1am comedy, better watched pissed.
The god-like reviewers,
Doling out stars,
Decide who gets the hook, and who will go far.
The cries of the flyerers,
Braving the rain,
Knowing tomorrow they’ll be back again.
Your wallet gets lighter,
Your feet start to ache,
And you’ve had all the fried food your stomach can take.
But when it’s all over,
The love still remains,
And then we just wait till we’re all back again!