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Bears, speakeasys, and lack of sleep
Well it's all been a bit exciting at Fringe Towers what with our secret speakeasy closing down in a very authentic manner, not to mention an email from a confused member of the public claiming to have seen a live bear being arrested on St James's Street and wondering if it was something to do with the Fringe.
If any Argus readers also noticed a bear wandering loose on St James's Street on Saturday, do get in touch so we can get to the bottom of the mystery.
In between all these shenanigans, I did manage to see the Mark Ravenhill play cycle (Shoot / Get Treasure / Repeat) at the Marlborough which was a pretty intense hour, with some great acting, in particular from Emma Dallow who switched from playing an Iraqi woman under interrogation to a terrifyingly chirpy Scouse air hostess with lightning speed and conviction.
I also watched The Apocalypse Roadshow at Upstairs at Three and Ten which was the funniest thing I have seen in a long time -- comedy group The Dog-Eared Collective presented a collection of Yorkshire helpline volunteers offering advice on the best way to deal with the end of the world. Bit like the League of Gentlemen but with a lighter touch and better shellsuits. Look out for this lot; they deserve their own show.
I have also made it to a few non-Fringe events, including Ten Thousand Several Doors at the Nightingale on Friday, which blew me away -- the most fantastic use of space, light, shade and the performers' own bodies. It also really brings out the misogyny depicted in the play (it's adapted from Renaissance tragedy The Duchess of Malfi)-- a woman driven mad, her life smashed; hounded into the dark by jealous brothers. Marvellous stuff.
Foodies festival at Fringe City on Saturday was a positive smorgasboard of gourmet delights, though perhaps my combination of a slice of pizza, a Creole vegetable fritter with chilli sauce, a sample of toffee vodka and some rose wine was a bit much. The city centre was a crazy mixture of Morris dancers, indie kids in tight jeans wandering between Great Escape gigs and Fringe performers dressed in a variety of fantastic costumes. This is what festival month is all about.
I then went straight to a gig at one of the Fringe's most unusual venues, the Moulsecoomb Forest Garden (I have to declare a personal interest here as I volunteer at the garden and it's an amazing project, have a look on www.seedybusiness.org).
MJ Hibbett picked up his guitar and took the audience through 'My Exciting Life in Rock' in a clearing in the middle of Hollingdean woods. Endearingly enthusiastic and with a sharp musical wit, he was deterred neither by the lack of acoustics nor by some teenage audience members chucking increasingly large twigs at him.
I can't believe this is the last week of the Fringe, it's gone far too fast and I'm going to try and pack in as many shows as possible -- tonight is all about Fletch@St Andrews, especially the 3 Stigmata of Pacman which sounds amazing, then I'll hopefully squeeze into The First Domino and Wake the Dead. Plus there's Fringe Street on Saturday. I can sleep in June.
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