Father Joy in a tree

Hello there, all. I post once more, a year older and entirely legal in the States, how cool is that? Only slightly less cool 'cause I'm in Scotland...except, birthday in Scotland? Never mind. The coolness is back.

Also, HUUUUGE shout-out to the WAC flat for throwing the best damn surprise party of my life, which included curry in heroic proportions and Uno abnd cupcakes with fire on them. You all rock my socks. Individually and in pairs.

I would like to share with whoever is reading this my new (and sadly short-lived) advertising technique. The difficulty (well, one of the difficulties) of promoting at the Fringe is that for some reason, those people up on the Royal Mile don't always seem willing to take the hundreds of flyers thrust at them. And even if they do, they nearly always just throw them away. And this makes us sad indeed, for our flyers are quite pretty, doncha know. How then, do we get folks to sit up and take notice of our particular flyers?

Why, it's elementary, my friends. We shall flyer where we are noticed. We shall flyer where we shall be remembered. We shall flyer from trees.

Yes, trees. The Meadows, which we cross in order to get to the city, are lined with trees of great beauty, height, and --most significantly-- climbability. And if you hand out flyers from there, people not only notice you and remember you, but they will willingly take the flyers and even READ them, which is awesome.

I've pursued this means of promotion of three days, and have met with great success. You'd be surprised at how many people respond to my aerial cry of "Would you like a flyer?" with "Oh go on. Just because you're in a tree." I've been photographed and videoed and pointed at by small children, but the point, my friends, is that they've taken the damn flyers. I'm doing my job. In a tree. It's surprisingly comfortable.

Unfortunately, today I was caught at it by some sort of official person who had a badge, who asked me to "remove myself from that tree." I complied, and didn't ask the reason why he'd made the request, although I likely should have. Well, tomorrow and the next day are days off anyway, so maybe we'll give it a go again on Wednesday, who knows? After all, it did take the law three whole days to catch on. Silly law. Ruining our fun.

That's right. We're WAC drama. We flyer from trees. We attract the attention of people with badges. And we're having a lovely time.