Fringe & Doppelganger v2.0

This post is extremely late, late, late, late, late.....but in fairness, I had huge difficulties with blogger towards the end of last year and couldn't log into my account. To the "cute, tanned, buff Australian guy" who fixed my computer, thank you.... (Note: only some of the above description is accurate.)

I am going to have to out the more "cultured" housemate of the two who pretended (in front of his girl) to know what the Fringe Festival was, and then had to ask me to explain it to him the next day. Epic FAIL given that:
1) Edinburgh is only an hour away from Cork.
2) They inevitably show highlights of the Fringe on TV every single year.

To rub it in even more, I'd like to point out that even I knew what the Fringe was back in primary school. (Culture is obviously not the highpoint of the Irish.) The housemate has forever been boxed into the same category as that other guy who thought Japan and Australia have same seasons - at the same time of year. (Somebody obviously missed out on learning something called the "equator" back in year 4.)

Fringe 2009 was mostly warm sunshine and blue - I'm guessing that this is a rare occurrence for Scotland. I recall soggy skies, raincoats and boots in 2008 so it was a rare treat to be able to wear shorts.

This guy was the butt of everybody's joke. (Har har har..... Yeah, so not funny I know.)



A magnificent sunset overlooking the city


A little taste of Ireland in Scotland :)


Show Time!!


The fringe does not discriminate.





When local Scottish designers go avant garde....


This little piggy didn't get the memo about building houses with straw or sticks.


On the touristy side of things, I finally made it to Edinburgh Castle....

....Well to the exterior of it anyway.


On the more personal side of things, I dragged J to the family's old home and made a spectacle of myself by taking photos outside number 14 Regent Terrace.

("Mummy, why is that girl taking photos outside our front door...?")
The area is lovely and is lined with leafy trees, impressive cars - (Me: "What car is that?" J: "A Jaguar.") and views of Arthur's Seat.

Apparently J thought I was leading him to some block of council flats.
My uncle was less impressed when he saw the photos - "The place looks very run down."

I'd take that "run down" place any day in a heart beat.

Doppelganger week started early for me. (Note to all the girls out there: Just because you have brown hair, doesn't mean you look like Angelina Jolie.)

All four of my other roomies ran out of the hostel room going, "Oh my God, she looks exactly like you!!!"

Apparently J did a double take and was about to ask Doppelganger what she was doing up on the top bunk when he realised it wasn't me. I then poked my head out from underneath one of the bunks and then J did this funny pointy thing with his finger and made gurgling noises.

Doppelganger is like what could have been me in a parallel universe. She's from Hong Kong and is in theater production. (Yeah, why isn't that me.....)

We apparently have similar shaped glasses and we (ironically) both had feather fascinators for the trip (only she bought hers and I made mine).

D asked me which of us was the evil twin. I was unsure how to respond and I'm pretty sure plenty of people will probably want to add in their two cents' worth.

Besides, I don't think she actually looks like me - aside from the profile. It's like me, let's say, having long brown hair and claiming to look like Angelina Jolie.