Beyond the Fringe

A bright young woman decided to go to the Edinburgh Fringe. Some might think she was quite brave going there alone, and I guess she was. She saw a number of acts and after the last show she went to a city centre pub. It was crowded and after finally getting served, there was only one table with a spare seat, so she sat there, first asking the Scotsman sitting there if he objected. He didn’t!

He wasn’t talkative… more interested in drinking his beer. But the woman was a chatterbox. She wanted to find out more about the Scots…