I would add a review here but at this point I was seriously flagging. I got to the Gilded Balloon about 0045 - they'd chalked up the all-night line-up outside and I didn't see any name I recognised but had come this far and might as well plough on. The place was still full and stuffed to the gunnels with couples, friends, groups all having a great time.
So I trooped wearily into the Gilded Balloon and found my way into the venue (the Debating Hall). At the front there were a number of tables then rows and rows of seats. As I sat down in a seat I was forcibly struck (as I have been throughout this Fringe) that EVERYONE was in a group - couples everywhere of course (and it was late so lots of Public Displays Of Affection which I'm not at all approving of ... unless it involves me) but male friends, female friends, mixed friends with more and more piling in as the gig was about to start.
Sick to my stomach with my own company I snapped and walked out (earning confused looks from a couple of the ushers and venue staff - I mumbled "I'll be back" but they were probably relieved the old, bald solo guy was going).
Things were winding down in Edinburgh as I walked back to Princes Street (plenty of pockets of all-night activity still of course) but it was a rather melancholy and lonely end to Day 3 ...
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