If it's not one thing...it's another

If it's not neds slumped in the back seat, it's braying yahs slumped in the front seat.

Bus to work packed to the gunnels with festival goers and their luggage on the way home. Looks like we can reclaim this city back from Lionel.

Although I sound flippant about it, it's always a sad day when the tourists leave and the Fringe finishes. Usually because I realsie that I just didn't manage to get to enough shows.