by Park Theatre
I'm in the middle of my Fringe adventure, loving the cobbled city in the sunshine and the buzz of good work around every corner. One of the odd things about the Fringe is the different context that producers and directors have to work with. At any other time of year, an hour seems like a short time slot, but in Edinburgh an hour can sometimes feel like three. Today I'm seeing five shows before 6pm, and so each exists in its relationship to the ones that came before it. In order to stand out, a Fringe show has to pack a punch, and the qualities that distinguish the popular from the forgettable are often quite random. I think it's one of the reasons why Edinburgh shows have often struggled when they transfer. Like that painting you once bought on a beach on the other side of the world which doesn't quite sing when you've stuck it on your bedroom wall.