
Fmmmghfh.. Eigg. Drink. Fuckers. Still broken. If those Fence bastards ever suggest you go to one of their festivals say NO! You will be drowned in drink and have so much fun that there could not possibly be a more drab and disappointing place than Real Life, as and when you are forced to return to it. I'll be writing something about the festival itself once my brain heals, but for now here are some entertainments to keep you occupied in Edinburgh this week, the most important to me personally of course being the Inspector Tapehead [...]