| Promises, promises |
| Words: Dusty | |
| Thursday, 02 August 2007 | |
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This is only my second blog entry and already I've missed two. They cover the two days prior, which seem to have vanished into the wormhole of the Fringe. One of those days, as I recall, was spent getting to Edinburgh - which I find, once again, to be more beautiful than I remember it from previous. The other day is as yet unaccounted for. I haven't started the serious drinking yet, so it can't be that I've forgotten it. Perhaps it was sacrificed on the altar of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Fringe time is a mystery to both science and art. It can only be accounted for by the keeping of lists, mainly lists of things I fully intend to do during August, like get up early, do yoga in the Meadows, go for a coffee with an old friend, write my blog (oops!)... Lists which, come September, are no more than a sketchy catalogue of unkept promises to myself. I've yet to reach the level of insanity (or inanity) where I think that such a collection of lists would be the basis for a 'quirky, warm-hearted, surpisingly moving' one-man show. Though I've already started thinking and talking in press quotes. Tomorrow I will get this blog written on time. I promise... |