That chat turned out to be fun, however, and we walked back to the flat .... slowly .... I spent the early part of the afternoon nodding off, waking, and nodding off again. I felt so heavy.
About 2.30 we set off to meet up with Paul Wilson, one of the more interesting men on the magic scene but sadly we couldn't chat for long as I had to go and set up my show. Because of the space restrictions backstage we can't set it up the night before and leave it ready to go. The show was sold out again and we had another set of Debbie's relatives in the audience who had come over from Ireland.
I had to do lots of improvisation in the routines today because neither of the men I got on stage had any money of any kind on them. Routines altered on the fly so that I could get out the other end but the guillotine illusion was a riot because the young man I picked on, an actor, was truly worried by it. All ended well and we dashed home for a quick meal before nipping round the corner to see a ballet company over from China performing a ballet that was a mixture of traditional 'Chinese Opera' look with both hints of modern and classical ballet. That damned pill from last night kept kicking in and I had to fight to stay awake.
Back home and guess what, I fell asleep again but we had put the alarm clock on because we had an appearance to do in a Burlesque show. About 1,000 in the audience and a wonderfully eccentric mix of a show with not only the appropriately tassled girls and corsets, but a guy playing Hitler doing Sinatra and another singing George Formby impressions. Where else?
In the quite warm night air we walked along Princes Street to the late night sounds of the fireworks and bagpipes of the Edinburgh Tattoo Ceremony and got into a trishaw peddled by a young Lithuanian lad. Unfortunately for him it was quite a climb uphill and he really worked up a sweat before he crested the hill and the last part of the ride was a hair raising experience as we flew over cobbles and through traffic to home.
What a day what a day...