After 23 days of the festival, someone this morning woke up, and cried. They did not do so out of a great sadness or tragic event, but they shed their tears for fatigue.
Is it really worth it, is the question I ask?
Welcome, traveler, to the Fringe Review! Here we will provide no nonsense reviews of Edinburgh fringe shows for your perusal. Forget trying to trawl through the niceties of a journalists talking about the underlining metaphors that the scriptwriter used to allow the characters catharsis to culminate. Here we promise to be opinionated, blunt, and tell you outright that the shows are either good, or that they're pigshit!
After 23 days of the festival, someone this morning woke up, and cried. They did not do so out of a great sadness or tragic event, but they shed their tears for fatigue.
Is it really worth it, is the question I ask?