I was born in Edinburgh and always loved the festival. My Granny Paton kind of re-adopted me in my teens and took me along.
Madness. From Tamburlaine (complete with real serpents and lotsagore) to Iolanthe via puppets. We went all over by bus and had such a giggle. I could write a book about it, and perhaps I shall.
For now, though. Fantastic moment. Crooked Cat has arrived at the Book Festival - and I'm there! Tomorrow's Anecdote crosses the border.
A fleeting moment in the spotlight at 1.13. Marvellous.
Thanks, Laurence and Steph.