Wednesday, 1 August, 2012
Next week, along with every other tinker and tailor, I'll be heading up to the land of fried food and rain. Did you know that Scotland is the only country where the supermarkets have an entire aisle dedicated to batter? You can't even buy a cheap joke.
I've been scouring the Fringe programme, a bible of high expectations, leveraged on granny's car and silver spoon collection. Producers, performers and directors have spent months bracing their fingers for the refreshing strain of scotsman.com/reviews. This is boot camp for the liver…