Comedy
Front line of the Fringe! – Monthly Musings 38
As I write this I am sat in a student hall in Musselburgh, in Scotland. I haven’t been a student halls in over 20 years and it’s very surreal. It feels a bit like I’m in an open prison. It’s en-suite, but the shower cubicle is so tiny, I have to wash one side of my body and then turn round, come out and go back in, like a horse in a horse-box. I think I’m one kebab away from having to be taken outside and hosed down with brushes like an Elephant.