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Parcelfarce.


In true Edinburgh Fringe style, today was long: very long.

The most frustrating thing is I've had to cancel my first show tomorrow, as all my equipment, which was due to arrive at Edinburgh's Parcelforce depot today, didn’t; nor did my luggage, so I’m now operating at a shockingly low pants-level. What was particularly irritating was Parcelforce made no attempt to contact me; it was only when I decided to phone the depot as my 6pm technical rehearsal drew worryingly close that I was told my stuff wouldn't be available to pick up until tomorrow like I should have known this all along; next year’s show will be sponsored by FedEx.

Consequently, what was meant to be my tech was essentially half an hour of standing aimlessly in a room. All's not lost though as, providing everything arrives at the depot overnight as I’ve been told, I’ll be able to use what would have been my first show as my tech run instead; I have a taxi booked for the hour-long round trip to the depot and my venue at 9am tomorrow and my fingers firmly crossed; I’ll no doubt fill you in on the many exciting twists and turns of this saga in tomorrow’s blog post.

Outside of freight logistics, today’s been a day of meeting new people, including two of my three flyers (I met the other one yesterday) and my technician. Believe it or not, I even got to run some of my show, though it felt little stilted as my mind was still in problem-solving mode. Short of any more setbacks, I intend to spend tomorrow afternoon working more solidly on it. It’s annoying to have lost one of my previews due to these parcel shenanigans, but it’s better I do one properly than do both of them stressed; at least there were no problems with my artwork though...


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