Well... I'm sure you're wondering what the Edinburgh Festival Fringe has to do with books, and the answer is: nothing. I'm not going to lie, I was a little uninspired today and just couldn't find the motivation to get a bookish post up, and I put the blame entirely on the fact that I just can't stop thinking about a show I saw on Friday.
Now, whilst I did see my favourite Fringe show ever for the third year in a row, (Hi, 'The Improv Musical'. I love you guys and still want to be your resident suggester so I can witness every marvellous, hilarious creation!) this isn't the show I want to talk about (at least not today!) - I highly highly recommend you do go see it! It's amazing.
Nope, today I want to talk about the show that fucked me over, had me join a cult and willingly reveal an embarrassing secret infant of probably 1000 people. The show that I just cannot get off my mind (or rather, stole it entirely) is Colin Cloud's, DARE.
This show was 100% a 5 STAR show for me. I'd give it 500 if I could.