Or not! This was going to be the equivalent of a plenary moment. A catch up and wrap up and debrief rolled into one That-Was-Edinburgh-2019-Folks blog. But it turns out that, thrillingly, it’s not over yet friends. Wireless Operator lives and breathes and grows.
So let’s just go back for a moment to Edinburgh. It ended on a high for us – completely sold out, turning people away, filing 5 star reviews, the performance richer and more complex and even more affecting than we had hoped.
Even the branded hoodies proved a success and they were exclusively worn by team members with no surplus for our fans. The happiness of success tinged with that sadness of loss that accompanies the end of all theatrical runs but the intensity of the Edinburgh festival forges closer bonds – dependent as you are on the expertise, sheer energy, good will and let’s be frank – good humour of those you work with.
We’ve seen some fantastic theatre, some god awful theatre and some in between. We’ve been blown away by the artistic courage of performers and buoyed by the waves of hope and belief and camaraderie. We’ve gnashed our teeth at the traffic chaos and marvelled, as ever, at the landscape of Edinburgh. We’ve avoided Edinburgh’ Flu (the festival equivalent of Freshers’ ‘Flu) and toned up – running as you do between venues on either side of the castle. Being part of the Edinburgh Festival Fringe is a form of artistic boot camp – guaranteed to streamline your finances and body.
It’s the generosity of festival goers that really strikes. Prepared to take risks, be patient, cheerful and endlessly supportive.
In a nutshell, it was a blast.
And so it ends.
And you come back to London and lo and behold. It transpires that the world has been turning in its own sweet way oblivious of the Edinburgh Festival. Glancing blows in the press and … that’s it. It turns out that some people, really, some people weren’t even aware that it had been going on. It turns out that the Edinburgh Festival was not even the most important thing on the planet during August. This epiphany leaves you reeling. It leaves you traumatised. It leaves you doubting your sanity like a cheap novel … was it all a dream???
But…. to be continued….