Punch & Suttie

THE Edinburgh Fringe offers rich pickings for printers. Often beautiful flyers are perpetually pressed into hands by more often than not, beautiful people. One chap, clad beak to braces in gaudy plumes, touted ‘underground rebel bingo’ complete with giveaways of glitter balls, tents and sleeping bag suits. Another lady enticed me to behold a singing shimmering mermaid. By end of week one, sturdy pillars flanking the Royal Mile – scene of scores of outdoor gigs – are deeply swathed with the flickering papers.

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