Anyone who’s done Edinburgh will tell you it’s incredible. You meet so many people: both rising new talent and veteran faces of stage and screen. When not performing, flyering or watching shows we’d grab unhealthy snacks from Piemaker, sing songs on the Royal Mile about Jenny Bond selling used underwear on the internet or grab brief rests over sticky pub tables of beer and burgers for five pounds. The venue we played at has since become an Indian restaurant. One of us became a successful standup comedian, the other a successful musician. The third tried to become a writer, unsuccessfully.
