Despite promising myself I would have a lost and depraved long weekend in Edinburgh this August as my special holiday treat I ended up looking after other people’s rabbits and working much harder than I expected. Thank heavens, then, for the Camden Fringe which has been consistently rewarding and offered snippets of fringe escapism to a London all loopy with mixed up weather. Thanks to anyone I’ve accosted after a show. Your tolerance is appreciated.
Read about the streetdance gun and knife crime musical, poems about London, last minute stand up, hope for robots, giving up stand up, ill conceived graduate shows and promising sketch comedy. And it’s only 19th August.
Indeed, in 10 days time it’s my birthday. Come to the Camden Head for The Quiz That Ate My Brain and the end of the festival.