I write this, sitting in an Abattoir.
Now, before you send out the search dogs, let me explain. This abattoir is less meat and grit, more meet and greet. It is, in fact, the IdeasTap Edinburgh hub – at the Underbelly Abattoir – and it is lovely. It has sofas, free tea and coffee, a little sun terrace and a splendidly well-stocked bar. Oh, and it’s next to a big inflatable purple cow. Of course.
But I don’t just spend my time propping up the members’ bar. That wouldn’t just be grossly unprofessional (if I’m going to be gross, I prefer to do it professionally) it would also be a terrible waste of a prime theatre-watching opportunity. And, as we all know, sometimes the best theatre can be found on the chip-streaked pavements and cider-puddling roads of Scotland.
For those of you who haven’t had the pleasure of sploshing through Rebus country let me paint you a picture. Edinburgh is a child’s drawing of Batman city, sliding down an enormous set of hills, covered in beautiful madmen. The lunatics are fairly easy to spot; they’re the ones in full corpse makeup, standing in the rain, thrusting culture into the hands of passersby. They are, for the 12 of you who haven’t already guessed, flyerers.
Flyering is big business in Edinburgh. Not big business in the sense of a collective occupation that earns a lot of money. It is big business in the way that Dickensian workhouses were big business with punishingly long hours, no breaks, freezing conditions, ragged clothes and an apparently endless workload… continued HERE.