During the festival, it is as if the clocks in Edinburgh are put back a few hours, Edinburgh Daylight Squandering Time (EDST). In this local time-zone, 5am is the new 3am. Everywhere stays open later. This means parties and revelry finish later, which means bedtime is later, which means hang-overs are solved later… which means work starts later, which means work finishes later, which means parties and revelry start later, which means parties and revelry finish later. But the clocks go forward again tonight.
As it happens, I had a couple of drinks with Robert when he recognised me, during the first week I was up, sitting outside the Bedlam Theatre and he's a thoroughly nice chap. And entirely correct about the time-shift. Because it is not simply that places are open until 5 in the morning, but that they are also still full at kicking out time!
Leonie has some further comments on the whole malarkey.
I read somewhere today someone that someone said that, at the Edinburgh Festival, every night is like a Saturday night and every day is like a Sunday. I think that's a perfectly apt way of summing it up.
Indeed. It is a somewhat insane time, especially for those of us that both work and play during those three or four weeks plus, of course, her comment gives me an excuse to post this dated video (but still a good song).
It is difficult for the uninitiated to understand the sheer dislocation that occurs during the Fringe: time does not work in the same way, one is hanging around with people who may not be starting "work" until midnight, news of the "outside world" is utterly unimportant and everything seems to be one massive party wherein, just occasionally, you might find some small haven of peace in order to concentrate on other things (though that haven will still have a bar in it).