When I did the Fringe in 1997, I pretty much slept for two days solid when I got back. Then, when I did wake up, the news was all about Princess Diana having died! Very disorientating.
When I did the Fringe in 1997, I pretty much slept for two days solid when I got back. Then, when I did wake up, the news was all about Princess Diana having died! Very disorientating.
Pretty much the same thing happened to me. I lived in London then and I came back from Edinburgh knackered and sleeping constantly and my girlfriend of the time woke me up to tell me.
I woke up and Tony Blair was banging away on the telly, saying what a tragic loss it was, for what seemed like an eternity, without naming her. I was like: “Who is it?! Who’s dead?! Why’s nobody saying who it is?!” The days before mobile phones with easy internet access…
I remember sharing a flat with Andy Parsons at the Ed Fringe that year. We were all sat in the living room watching the news with our mouths open. Andy wandered out of his bedroom in his dressing gown, stared emotionless at the TV and said glumly, "I suppose that means the rugby's off."