Follow the mindset of Burns this Fringe as he experiences the Edinburgh Festival and offers up some colloquial musings…Loss
Eddie Morgan died yesterday. Scotland’s makar we salute you. You were the people’s poet too, and a man of learning lightly worn.
In your inner self you lived free, beyond the rules of carping wee Scotland. Your heart was your own to give, and you gave freely on stage and page.
Of course I was never crowned as Bard, not by governments in Edinburgh or London. A poet’s a poet for aa that, as you kenned weill. But I stand behind you today, Eddie, and I’m rooting for you, because you’re the real stuff.
I’m here too with Carol Ann Duffy at the Storytelling Centre. She’s another in the great line of true poets. Today we’re both raising a glass to your great yet puckish spirit, here in this city of makars you did so much to celebrate.
You’re a magician, a virtuosos, a real bobby dazzler, Eddie. Your rhythms sing on tongue and ear. The Gospel choirs are stepping up a beat. There’s a whirr of wings and the spotlights are going on full beam.You’re a one man festival.
And you’re leavin’ Scotland less feartie than you found her.
ROBERT BURNS
Burns: The Video Diary is on at the Scottish Storytelling Centre
(Venue 30)
Fri 13 – Mon 30 August, 7pm (60mins) £9/£7, Age 14+
The Princess’ Blankets is on at the Scottish Storytelling Centre
(Venue 30)
Mon 9 – Mon 23 Aug, 3pm (80mins), £8/ £5, Age 7+


So far everyone I’ve met here is a stand-up or Oxbridge undergraduate. Someone told me there was an International Festival of Music and Drama going on but I can’t find any trace of it. Not in the Old Town anyway.

Lots of street theatre on the Mile. About twenty guys hurling tables. Then throwing chains and knives. Very realistic blood.