Drink up, dreamers, you're running dry.

( Day 5: Who is Mr Kirby, The Ginge the Geordie and the Geek, Mixed Doubles )

We both took our Fringe-free day today for a rest, but tomorrow is our last full day, so expect me hilariously attempting to see way too many shows in a short time period, have a meltdown outside the pop-up champagne bar on the Royal Mile and have Broadway Baby give it 5 stars...

( Day 2: 5 Artists In Search of a Country, Beta Males: Superopolis )

( Day 3: Lebensmude, Ulysses Dies At Dawn )

Coming next- Day 4 and our late night on the Fringe...

Today, I have duly flown the Saltire out the front window for the first year ever, in retaliation for 2 years of cringe-inducing running the England flag up an actual flagpole across the road (gotta love toothless Fenland folk :p). I've also dug out Ma Broon's Cookbook in the hope of gaining inspiration for dinner. Mince and tatties maybe? Stovies? Scotch pies? Also, were it not for the lack of muslin and suet, I'd dearly love to do a clootie dumpling, which apparently some enterprising company has made both 'healthier' (no suet, more fruit) and gluten-free. Sorry, but national puddings I refuse to compromise on folks- it's all artery-furring or none. :D

Also, thank you to whoever changed the wiki article from 'Cockland'. Bet it was a Sassenach vandal. Bloody typical, you lot. ;)

Tonight I plan to have a few wee drams, possibly dig out my Scottish book collection and I have various DVDs at my disposal. As well as the stuff on my Gerard Kelly obit post, there's been plenty of internet-found highlights:

- The BBC archives had this wonderful show about the Mallaig to Fort William line by steamtrain. The scenery is just breathtaking.

- Here's a classic episode of Absolutely. I particularly love the Stoneybridge Olympic bid a few minutes in, and everyone's favourite bore Calum Gilhooley at ~28 mins. <3 Moray Hunter.

- Also from Absolutely, national emissary McGlashan has a heartfelt message for our English friends. :P

- And here's a Scottish playlist to warm the cockles of your heart.

And now I must away and do some more writing...

Saturday is usually a quietish day for me during the Fringe, due to the fact that the entire universe appears in town and my elbows become extra-sharp to deal with it. Nevertheless, we squashed in two shows, and a wander round the bric-a-brac in the Grassmarket, before declaring defeat on the crowds and fleeing.

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Fringe Refreshments of the Day- Fleeing home for steak pie and roast potatoes chez parents. Even I'm not mug enough to stay in the town to be trampled by fervent Manolos clattering to the next hummus stop.

And now I must sleep, despite being a day behind on my scribblings. Weekday quietness invites an earlyish start at the shows!