Notes to self
Words: Dusty   
Friday, 10 August 2007
1. Do not mix Red Bull and white wine. It causes you to turn into your own
deranged evil twin and say horrible things.
2. Always have cab fare.  Especially when trying to get back from Leith at 9
in the morning with last night's make-up still on.  And covered in bruises.
And scratches.
3. You don't smoke.  You don't smoke.  So why the hell you were smoking in
Leith at 3am can only be attributed to white wine and Red Bull.
3. You don't smoke.  You don't smoke.  So why the hell you were smoking in
Leith at 3am can only be attributed to white wine and Red Bull.

Now that bit of personal admin is out of the way, here's the low-down on
yesterday at the Fridge (as I affectionately know it, if by 'affection' I
mean that mix of love and resentment that characterises most family
relationships).

As expected, Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea was astonishing.  The
Fringe is home to myriad half-baked ideas, along with a lot of great ideas
badly performed.  Rarely is the conception of a show as rich in ideas as
Between the Devil... matched by the execution.  But this show is just
flawless.  Everything from the lighting to the animation to the costumes is
spot-on, and is matched by an exquisitely intelligent and surprising script.
 The acting is the kind of precise, underplayed, poised acting that shows
up almost every other actor at the Fringe for the overdemonstrative shouters
that they generally are.

So I was buoyed up with aesthetic pleasure when I went to host the
Vaudeville last night.  It was a cracking show followed by a sensational set
by the Urban Voodoo Machine and I got to wear scary makeup and do a lot of
drunk acting for laughs.  Though words seemed rather reluctant to flow for
me - possibly to do with, yes, white wine and Red Bull.