Fringe day 2

Two excellent shows yesterday.

Zombies

Okay, so this wasn't actually about flesh-eating monsters roaming the streets, which was briefly disappointing, but it was a fantastic one-man non-linear piece from one half of Screwed and Clued out of England, about actually living your life vs. just going through daily monotony. Which makes it sound really boring. But it was great! Clever and physical, slightly bizarre and highly entertaining. What the Fringe is all about! Definitely recommended.

The Lab

Oh Matt Payne, I love you the most. I have never been disappointed by anything that Theatre SKAM has done, and this was no exception. Taking place in a massive trailer, it was the story of a guy who applies for a summer job in a lab and gets sucked into something beyond his comprehension. But really, it was about Matt Payne being all these different characters with the most entertaining use of lighting I have ever seen (the shoes! ha!). By the end, I felt like I was in the middle of some sort of bizarre experiment, although that could have been because my butt was completely numb and the heat was stifling. AWESOME. Go now (but take a cushion for the bench).

Today I have sacrificed some fringing time for sleep, laundry and groceries, which I think is an excellent decision. But two more shows tonight, yay!

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I have this old sundress that I wear around the house on the weekends during the summer - it's orangey-yellow, very loose, and has become extremely short (note: I'm not sure how this happened, because it's not the kind of fabric that generally shrinks, and I swear that at one point I used to wear this in public, so it can't possibly have always been this short, but it's ridiculously short and flippy to boot). It's excellent for lounging, keeping cool, and doing laundry, as long as I keep a good hold on it as I go down the stairs.

Which is all well and good, except that today, every time I went down to the laundry room this young guy was there, waiting for his laundry, or, later, waiting for a dryer. And this is when I could have used some circus training, because seriously, the contortions I had to put myself into in order to get myself down to the level of the machine, without my knickers showing, as he's sitting right behind me.

Holy bejeezus.