Monday, 8 August 2011

Yellow Van Time....

The rot is setting in. Yep, finally after nearly six weeks off I want to shut my children in the garage and sit rocking myself in a corner.  The weather hasn't helped mind you, or the lack of folk to play with. The kids in the street seem to have disappeared either on holiday, or to child minders or grannies for the summer holidays. Kids clubs?  They should have parents clubs with intravenous vodka, cream cakes, foot spas and helpers who just agree with you all the time. Instead of kids who wind you up to the point that you are sure your neighbour thinks you're the psycho parent from hell.....

A, I, student mum J and myself took off with assorted offspring to the festival last week. We went for the preview shows. A as usual had excelled herself getting cheap deals for the kids shows (you don't need Martin's Money Tips when A's about) and meal deals at Pizza Express. The first show we went to see was Mr Benn. Now some of you might remember him from our childhood when childrens' TV was still in the stone age. A wee man in a bowler hat who went to a fancy dress shop, got dressed up in an outfit and went through another door to an adventure. The show was excellent though I think it was appreciated more by the adults than the kids. After the show a friendly red headed lady asked the kids if they had enjoyed themselves. As she left we realised it was Anita Dobson - what a nice lady.

Walking up the Pleasance the kids were fascinated by the billboards advertising the various shows on offer. Of course as usual they were drawn to the inappropriate. 'Puppetry of the Penis' is showing. Now, for the uninformed, this is an hour of watching two naked guys in cloaks contorting their man bits into things like the Eiffel Tower and a hamburger. How they discovered this talent is questionable. To add to the bizarreness of the whole event it is now in 3D.  Needless to say there was much tittering and sniggering amongst the kids. One of whom asked her mum what the show involved. 'A' tried to explain in not so many words the gist of the whole thing and was met with the comment. 'Would it not be more appropriate to use clay?'...... Sometimes kids are wiser than adults........

Aye the Edinburgh Festival is full of the crazy, mad and downright outrageous. But it's also a brilliant few weeks and I try not to miss it. It's amazing how we all have short memories. When I worked in the city centre I used to dread it as the traffic was chaotic and it could take an hour on the bus to navigate Princes Street alone. Now it's the next best thing since sliced bread.....