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THAT'S it then. In approximately 20 minutes, I'm going to sign off our last Festival magazine of 2009. That gives me about ten to 15 minutes to write some pithy closing words. Not enough time. Damn it.
Oh well, there's never enough time at the Edinburgh Festival. Over the past three weeks I've seen about 24 shows. I've been sung to (Camille O'Sullivan, mesmerising on stage, as well as a great laugh down the pub), listened to heartbreaking stories (Stefan Golaszewski is a Widower, for my money one of the most underrated pieces of theatre at this year's Fringe), almost sat on (Mikelangelo and the Black Sea Gentlemen - if you do nothing else this weekend, go see their show at the Queen's Hall; it's tremendous), flirted with (Internal, an unsettling, uncomfortable experience I won't forget in a hurry) and simultaneously overwhelmed and underwhelmed (Faust, visually stunning yet, somehow, also completely dull).See the full content of this document
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