Friday, July 28, 2006

Billy Connolly

It is my first experience of the Edinburgh Festival and it is quite something to see the city begin to succumb to the fever of culture. Everywhere I look, banners are erected, brochures deposited and stages constructed like so many daffodils in a field of concrete grey.

What surprises me most is the type of people that seem to embrace the month's long activities. Today, I heard a woman in front of me who resembled Billy Connolly in almost every sense, including the signature ginger facial hair, if he had had a really tough upbringing, talking of her desire to "see one of them op-ra. I love the wee singin and dreeses, ach aye." Just goes to show you can't judge a book by its facial hair.


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