'Are we Human or are We Dancer' *

It's difficult at this time in Edinburgh to distinguish between the Fringe and Festival performers in all their strange garb, and the odd ball tourists and Edinburghers stravaging up and down the streets in outlandish attire.

Would you for instance associate the painted lady with a face full of ironmongery ( and when I say face full I mean there is not one inch of her visage that has not been pierced by studs and rings ) standing on a plinth, or the old man in a kilt clutching a large soft toy with big teeth as performers or residents? In both cases I fear they are residents able to mingle with impunity amongst the weird and wonderful without being lifted by the heavy arm of the social work department and held in a secure environment.

This ability to mingle unobtrusively is of course a great help in being able to blip things at will without being accosted by the self righteous no blipping brigade.
The only thing that interferes, is the inability to get a clear space between you and the object of your blip in the crowded areas, without being jostled and your chosen subject hidden behind unbidden passers by.

This blip was of monks from a Tibetan monastery dancing to the beat of a drum in Parliament Square, which provided a dour, grey Presbyterian backdrop for the brilliance and colour of their Buddhist dress.

* A Hit Song by the Killers