The festival is washed out and much the same could be said for 'One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest'...
A truly miserable day yesterday, rain bucketing down in almost painfully hard sheets, in one of those days that epitomises the Scottish summer.
One advantage is that flushes away the flyerers, who find giving away small balls of papier mache isn't the best way to promote their shows. Is it worth a drenching to avoid being told of the latest whacky student take on Shakespeare? I think it probably is.
In occasional breaks in the torrent, when the rainfall is reduced to mere monsoon levels, a few hardy souls return to the stages on the Royal Mile. They fought hard for those slots, and they are not going to let a mere storm deter them from having their moment even if the few passers-by who do actually pass by fix their gaze on the cobblestones, for fear of drowning should they look up.
In the bars of the town, which I visit only for respite from the rain, you understand, talk is mainly of the troubled production of One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest. One enterprising soul has even opened a book on when it will open, and with who in the starring role should Christian Slater not recover from his ills.
Officially, it's going to start tonight four days later than planned though you can get odds on just about anyone, at any time. I'm going for September, 2005, with Timmy Mallett. Seems a good a shot as any.
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Manchester-based comedy group Slaughterhouse Live brave the Royal Mile weather
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