Edinburgh Fringe Festival – nine reviews and some thoughts

After three years in a row as a performer, it was strange to attend as just an audience member. For one thing, I kept encountering other performers (usually flyering) and greeting them by first-name and receiving confused looks. I’m generally better than most at identifying the odd face, and I guess if I’m not wearing my trademark suit it’s a bit more difficult. Other comics never managed to see my show, since I was in a ‘family’ venue nearly a mile from the main strip. The anonymity was quit...