MIA

Wow. Failure on my part with the updating. Guess I got festivalled out. I've been working night shift quite a bit, protecting the cow's honor, cleaning a stage covered in Bacardi Breezer, seeing a show here and there, making pasta sauce and lots and lots of caprese-sans-mozzarella (Edinburgh just happens to have good tomatoes).

I saw Camille O'Sullivan, Irish-French cabaret singer who, so to speak, melted my brain and broke my heart. She sings a combination of Brecht, Brel, standards and then Bowie and Tom Waits. Last year she brought Spiegeltent down, this year they put her in Assembly's Queen's Hall, and it turned out very well. The show sized up to match the venue, and she kept her usual of climbing on the audience, offering people wine etc.

I also saw Terrible Infants again - find a good thing and go with it, why not? Oh, and two gems from my very own little Baby Belly: The Echo Chamber, site-specific theater set in one of our vaults, very spooky and scary and wonderful. And a staging of The Rape of Lucrece, wonderfully acted. Plus it's poetry, PLUS it's Shakespeare. I was a happy gal.

Basically, if you want a picture of what I get up to, think of me sitting in a plastic chair at the top end of our cobblestone alley, watching seagulls and wearing a Britney/Madonna style headset.

Next time I will tell tales of Stirling - we're taking a day trip tomorrow.