coming up for air

in between hermaphrodites, fireworks, action-painting, wounded spectators, embittered comics, the usual mix of vomit, tears and the all-too familar stench of regret, there's been a host of things in the Edinburgh Festivals that make life worth living:

Camille O'Sullivan's Brechtian Brelian masterpiece The Dark Angel @ The Queen's Hall



Janet Cardiff & George Bures Miller's absolutely fuckin astounding Opera for a Small Room @ The Fruitmarket Gallery



also highly recommend Man on Wire which premiered here a while back



and Adelle Stripe's shit-hot poetry collection some things are better left unsaid, which has more balls, skill and beauty in it than anything Richard and Judy could summon from their godless abomination of a Bookclub...



Check the mighty 3:AM for irregular blog updates from myself, when my journey down the gutter-stream passes a computer keyboard.