I'm away in Edinburgh for a week, at the Fringe Festival and am, as ever being totally manic and trying to cram in way too much. I'm currently managing about 5 hours of theatre, comedy, dance and cabaret a day. At the moment, it still feels fun, when it starts to feel like I'm in the dance marathon from "They Shoot Horses Don't They?" I'll slow down. I'm like a child in a sweetshop, there's so much good stuff on, I can't resist gorging. 2,500 shows performances to choose from, it's difficult. Consequently, I'm a bit slack at blogging this week and will be back on form after the weekend. I may even have a little tale or two to tell about Edinburgh.