i was gonna try and cobble together a rant.

about how the visitors to edinburgh for the festival should try and remember.edinburgh is only wee,while you are on yer holidays ,locals are still trying to go about their daily business.then i found this at devilskitchen.blogspot.com.sez it all and more really.

Yet more Fringes of society

I have decided that I shall now adopt Tim Fitzhigham's epithet for Princess Toni: that's right, from now on, he's "Chuckles" Blair...

In other news, a bit of polite... ahem... advice for punters at the Fringe:

1. In
   the name of god, if you must walk like an arthritic tortoise, please do
   not take up the entire pavement/stairway/passage. Please leave a gap
   for those of us who know where we are going to get through.


2. If
   you are going to stop to talk to friends, do not stand right in the
   fucking path of people needing to get in and out, nor right in a
   doorway. This goes for staff too, particularly those at the Gilded
   Balloon.


3. Bar managers: if the queue at the bar is five
   deep, do not send two of your barstaff on their breaks at that time.
   Wait until the crush has finished and people are not saying, loudly,
   "how the hell do we get served in this place": they are not being
   difficult, but they have been waiting quarter of an hour or more to get
   served.


4. If you do not have the good grace to arrive at a
   show on time, do at least have the courtesy to SHUT THE FUCK UP whilst
   you are coming, late, into the auditorium. If you don't want to hear
   what anyone is saying, do everyone else the favour of fucking off.


5. Do
   not make comments to your mates throughout the show: I have come to
   listen to the people onstage, not some fat fuck from Fife who won't
   shut the fuck up.


6. Directors: if your show is shit and your
   performers can't act, please, just don't bring the show up at all. If
   you do, please do at least have the courtesy to warn everyone that this
   is the case on your publicity. It's very nice that your Sixth Form
   pupils want to come and perform at the Festival, but I don't think that
   it is fair to fleece people for £8 to indulge your wards' egos.

Other than the annoyances above, it's been a great Festival...

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