Later today I’m going to the Edinburgh Festival to watch my wife, Jo, perform on the Fringe. She is part of something called ‘A Pint of Poetry & a Dram of Drama’ at Scotland’s most haunted pub, The Banshee Labyrinth.
“A Pint of Poetry and a Dram of Drama is an open mic spoken word event from Peterborough. You know, near Cambridge. For 4 years it has hosted local poets, bards of the fens and MCs. In Edinburgh for the first time. We bring some of PTowns best wordy talent to you.”
I’ve been to the Edinburgh Festival before but not since the late 90s but I thought I’d recount a tale of when I found myself alone in the city in altogether strange circumstances…
Strangers: My meeting with a drunk Glaswegian Eric Cantona Lookalike
The following story relates to a person I knew for just six short hours, three of which involved us both sleeping (though not together) but is an oft repeated tale from me when a discussion turns to the subject of strangers, Edinburgh and Scotland.
Back in 1996 I was on a three week summer break between finishing a five month secondment position and returning to my old job. This allowed me to just tour where I liked around the UK as long as I made two pre-arranged appointments in the English Peak and Lake District National Parks.
The rest of this trip took in North Wales, Dublin in Ireland, Scottish Lochs and western isles, Shakespeare’s Stratford-upon-Avon and East Anglia. In total I travelled around 2000 miles in 19 days crossing the Irish Sea, climbing one of England’s highest peaks in Helvellyn and experiencing the joys of the famous Edinburgh Festival. It was in this final location that I met my stranger….