So, I started August with every intention of doing some sort of Fringe diary or at least blogging about my experiences, but here we are on the penultimate day and I haven’t achieved my goal.
I forgot one vital thing: during August, I am not in control, the Fringe machine dictates my every move and waking thought. I eat, breathe and speak Fringe for the entire month.
I’m writing this from a bench in the Underbelly Garden in George Square. Having finally dragged my partner out with me, it’s nice to have her with me in this parallel universe.
I have seen many sights and have stories to tell. I’ll do a proper post with my round up of #Intotheunknown
Stay safe and enjoy the last 24 hours of #FringeFrenzy
Sharon Sampson Jones 