And Then -
- I went to work on Monday afternoon to second mark oral presentations, and chose the worst part of today's rain storm to do it in. It was like a power shower and enough to bring branches off trees - small branches, yes, but branches nevertheless.
Bears had been trying to store hunney pots on them.
It reminded me of day one in Edinburgh: Mark Watson at the Pleasance. I was already soggy waiting to queue up, and then even soggier when I was queueing. The show was very steamy. I then had the best part of any hour to get across to the Assembly Rooms.
I had already realised that Edinburgh streets run north-south and east-west, but I hadn't figured that one axis is higher than the other and they don't intersect. Rather than ascending Nidry Street (which I had earlier descended in search of Graham's venue) I assumed I could take a later right turn. The first right turn seemed to curve back on itself - although I think had I gone further I would have ended up on George IV Bridge, which would have done. There were rather dark sets of stairs through twichells, but soon it appeared there was a sodding volcano in the way. I circumnavigated this, and eventually must had been back on Princes Street, but my map was disintegrating and my glasses were opaque with rain. I waylaid various people to ask directions, but there are several Assembly Rooms and no one had heard of Rose Lane, the street parallel to the one I wanted. Eventually I crossed Princes Street and went up the hill, but I had no way of telling if I were east or west of the venue. I found a posh looking hotel and asked, and I was about a block down. I had about two minutes to get to something you needed to be ten minutes early for.
Edinburgh's Comedy Festival thinks it's a hoot to have several venues with the same name (and it's only now I figure those associated with Cows were mostly on Cowgate - and I went to the Belly Cow when I wanted the Baby Cow every single time). Within these venues are several stages, which to be fair are signposted. But to get in, you need to queue, and the queue is elsewhere, often a different floor, and not signposted. Eventually I got it, but each venue is different.
By this time I was wet, soaked, it fact the kind of wet that makes saturated actually seem dry. My trousers were acting as drainpipes for a good half hour. The people sitting next to me said, "You've been in the rain?"
No shit.
What do you do to glasses when every piece of cloth on you is beyond saturated - and spitting on them will probably make them drier?
For ten minutes tonight, it was that kind of rain. At least my colleague looked guilty about getting me in.
Bears had been trying to store hunney pots on them.
It reminded me of day one in Edinburgh: Mark Watson at the Pleasance. I was already soggy waiting to queue up, and then even soggier when I was queueing. The show was very steamy. I then had the best part of any hour to get across to the Assembly Rooms.
I had already realised that Edinburgh streets run north-south and east-west, but I hadn't figured that one axis is higher than the other and they don't intersect. Rather than ascending Nidry Street (which I had earlier descended in search of Graham's venue) I assumed I could take a later right turn. The first right turn seemed to curve back on itself - although I think had I gone further I would have ended up on George IV Bridge, which would have done. There were rather dark sets of stairs through twichells, but soon it appeared there was a sodding volcano in the way. I circumnavigated this, and eventually must had been back on Princes Street, but my map was disintegrating and my glasses were opaque with rain. I waylaid various people to ask directions, but there are several Assembly Rooms and no one had heard of Rose Lane, the street parallel to the one I wanted. Eventually I crossed Princes Street and went up the hill, but I had no way of telling if I were east or west of the venue. I found a posh looking hotel and asked, and I was about a block down. I had about two minutes to get to something you needed to be ten minutes early for.
Edinburgh's Comedy Festival thinks it's a hoot to have several venues with the same name (and it's only now I figure those associated with Cows were mostly on Cowgate - and I went to the Belly Cow when I wanted the Baby Cow every single time). Within these venues are several stages, which to be fair are signposted. But to get in, you need to queue, and the queue is elsewhere, often a different floor, and not signposted. Eventually I got it, but each venue is different.
By this time I was wet, soaked, it fact the kind of wet that makes saturated actually seem dry. My trousers were acting as drainpipes for a good half hour. The people sitting next to me said, "You've been in the rain?"
No shit.
What do you do to glasses when every piece of cloth on you is beyond saturated - and spitting on them will probably make them drier?
For ten minutes tonight, it was that kind of rain. At least my colleague looked guilty about getting me in.