After that rather eventful Saturday we managed a couple of relatively quieter days. On Sunday morning I went to mass at the Piskie Cathedral, whilst Ramesh headed over to visit
khalinche, and I joined them both a little later. E fed us a delicious lunch and we spent a while catching up before R realised that he needed a nap. I went back to the hotel with him, and spent a couple of hours figuring out how many fringe shows I could fit into one day, and putting together a programme. Ramesh was still pretty sleepy, so I headed back to E's alone, and we went for a walk around the city, taking some amazing views from the Necropolis. Afterwards R joined us again for pizza and cocktails in a little bar in the gay district, but sadly not the drag and showtunes that had been advertised.
On Monday we decided that we would turn off our alarms and lie in as late as we wanted. I woke up a little before eight, but Ramesh was clearly more committed to the lie in plan than that, so I went for first breakfast alone at a place called Café Gandolfi. I had what they called 'Eggs Hebridean', which is basically Eggs Benedict but with black pudding instead of ham or bacon, which was bloody marvellous. I got back to the hotel shortly after Ramesh had surfaced, and after a while of faffing we went out for (in my case second) breakfast at Café Singl-end. They served us some more delicious breakfast, and also had a table full of exciting looking cakes and pastries that were very difficult to choose between. Not being on the way to meet up with a dozen friends, this time I was able to resist the temptation to buy one of everything, and restricted myself to three... Sadly Ramesh's ankle was feeling a little bit unhappy, so he decide to head back to the hotel for some rest, and I went on to visit the Burrell Collection to look at some art. In the evening we went to the sister restaurant of the previous night's pizzeria, which served us some really really good fresh pasta - sufficiently good that in lieu of a pudding Ramesh had a second plate of pasta. After dinner we went to see the newish Baz Luhrman Elvis film, which I thoroughly enjoyed.
On Tuesday we went to Cafe Gandolfi for another early breakfast, together this time, but then went our separate ways - Ramesh to meet up with Emma, and me to Edinburgh for an in no way ridiculous amount of theatre. Of the eight shows I'd booked, there was one cancellation, one dud, three that were very good, and three that were absolutely stupendous, so I feel like I did pretty well. The best three were Julie: the Musical, about Julie D'Aubigny - worshipped opera singer, renowned swordswoman, and flaming bisexual, 'Don't Say Macbeth', a musical play within-a-play about putting on a feminist Macbeth prequel from the perspective of the witches, and Autopilot, a non-musical two-hander about navigating relationships across class and political differences. In between all that I managed to schedule a decent sized gap around dinner time and met up with
bastard which was long overdue, and not nearly enough time to catch up properly.
On Monday we decided that we would turn off our alarms and lie in as late as we wanted. I woke up a little before eight, but Ramesh was clearly more committed to the lie in plan than that, so I went for first breakfast alone at a place called Café Gandolfi. I had what they called 'Eggs Hebridean', which is basically Eggs Benedict but with black pudding instead of ham or bacon, which was bloody marvellous. I got back to the hotel shortly after Ramesh had surfaced, and after a while of faffing we went out for (in my case second) breakfast at Café Singl-end. They served us some more delicious breakfast, and also had a table full of exciting looking cakes and pastries that were very difficult to choose between. Not being on the way to meet up with a dozen friends, this time I was able to resist the temptation to buy one of everything, and restricted myself to three... Sadly Ramesh's ankle was feeling a little bit unhappy, so he decide to head back to the hotel for some rest, and I went on to visit the Burrell Collection to look at some art. In the evening we went to the sister restaurant of the previous night's pizzeria, which served us some really really good fresh pasta - sufficiently good that in lieu of a pudding Ramesh had a second plate of pasta. After dinner we went to see the newish Baz Luhrman Elvis film, which I thoroughly enjoyed.
On Tuesday we went to Cafe Gandolfi for another early breakfast, together this time, but then went our separate ways - Ramesh to meet up with Emma, and me to Edinburgh for an in no way ridiculous amount of theatre. Of the eight shows I'd booked, there was one cancellation, one dud, three that were very good, and three that were absolutely stupendous, so I feel like I did pretty well. The best three were Julie: the Musical, about Julie D'Aubigny - worshipped opera singer, renowned swordswoman, and flaming bisexual, 'Don't Say Macbeth', a musical play within-a-play about putting on a feminist Macbeth prequel from the perspective of the witches, and Autopilot, a non-musical two-hander about navigating relationships across class and political differences. In between all that I managed to schedule a decent sized gap around dinner time and met up with