. . . and it felt like most of them were in Edinburgh today.
And that's not including the tourists!
I had to pop through to Edinburgh today to pick up some tickets for the Fringe festival. That guy I've been seeing is directing a play and I ordered tickets online for it. But the Fringe website said I had to pick them up from the Box Office, which was the vaguest instruction in the world. Was there a Fringe box office for everything, I wondered? Or was it the box office of the venue that particular play is being held at? I had no clue, and I didn't really want to ask him because I was worried I'd seem a bit stupid. So me and my sister decided to get the train over to the capital today to find out, rather than leave it til the last minute tomorrow night.
Now, I'm not a big fan of Edinburgh. I couldn't even really tell you why. Granted there is a bit of a Glasgow/Edinburgh rivalry but then strictly speaking I'm not a weegie either. But I find Glasgow to be far friendlier in general, and the fact I've lived there for over six years means I do feel far more of a loyalty to it than I could ever imagine feeling to Edinburgh. As a result, I don't go there very often. Which means I don't know the place. I know if you get off the train at Waverley Station, you're at the main shopping area. But trying to work out where the box office was in relation to this? Was not my finest hour. Luckily my sister proved in Majorca she actually seems to have the navigational skills in the family. Phew.
Getting the tickets, however, was quite a task. First there was the hour long train journey, in one of the most cramped trains I've ever been on. Then, once we reached Edinburgh, we realised that the map did not look like the real thing. We ended up having to walk up about a million (mild exaggeration, but still!) stairs to get to the correct street, then we had no idea where to go. There were so many performers touting their shows, and so many tourists wandering the streets, that we couldn't even stop to get our bearings. Finally we located the box office and queued up. This of course meant we were sitting ducks for people to come and bombard us with leaflets and explanations about their shows. To be honest, there were quite a few I would love to see. Like Princess Cabaret: Objectify This, a satirical show about Disney Princesses. OR . . . Gingers - The Musical! Which is about eight people with ginger hair who meet in a retreat. Random much??? It sounds awesome!
After we'd been queuing for about ten minutes, my sister noticed a sign that said for pre-paid tickets to go to the Fringe shop next door and downstairs. WTF??? Had the instructions mentioned this??? Oh no, it had just said to go to the Box Office. After some debate, we decided to risk leaving the queue (which by now had grown substantially behind us), discovered there was a pre-pay machine to stick your card into and print off your tickets and . . . Bob's Your Uncle! I wasn't happy we'd wasted so much time queuing for nothing, but whatever. The important thing was I had the tickets.
After that, we spent the day shopping. Well, when I say "shopping", we popped into Harvey Nicks long enough to remember it is highly overrated, and then my sister gave her credit card a bit of exercise in French Connection. I am skint until payday next week and therefore couldn't spend anything. Apart from on a late lunch of chicken fajitas and strawberry daquiris.
I had a good day, but I'm tired, my tan is starting to peel :( and I hate Edinburgh even more. And am going to have to do it all over again tomorrow night.
Why can't they hold the Fringe in Glasgow??? I know its selfish of me, but I don't care!!! I don't like the travelling!!!