Editor’s note: I thought if we gave Louisa the chance to assign star ratings to various goings-on-about-town, that she would tucker herself out. However, I underestimated her passion for reviewing. I woke up to the following dispatch in my inbox. This is what Louisa got up to this week. I think. I don’t know. Enjoy. –Anna Claire
The art market on the west end of princes street gardens
No quips here, the West End Fair is just a really great artist market. On every day!
When people flyer for their own shows in character/ costume
I personally find it charming and hilarious that there are so many people running around George/ Bristo Square in Knight costumes; we still haven’t figured out if they’re all together, or if we’ve been blessed with multiple competing medieval shows. Either way, commitment to the bit improves any flyering experience.
The Pure Pizza guy is back to flyering except now he’s just flyering about his Pizza and not conspiracy theories
The other day I was offered a flyer by the infamous Pure Pizza guy offering a Pure Pizza, and as I quickly ducked away I noticed something- the flyer only mentions Pizza! No QR code promising new research, no links to find the truth, only a website and a discount code. Time will tell if he’s turned over a new leaf, or simply toned it down for the month.
They’ve changed the names of everywhere EVEN ON GOOGLE MAPS
I’m sorry- that is not JimJam’s Chuckle Den, that is Seminar Room 3.4DH. I get changing the signs but Google maps is difficult enough already without Disneyland-ifying the names of every building in the city.
Silent Disco Walking Tours
I really pride myself on not yucking other people’s yums but I think the silent disco walking tours have broken me. Aside from just being generally annoying, how are they legal?? I know Edinburgh tourists are famously courteous and self-aware, but who decided the solution to the walking tours blocking our teeny tiny sidewalks was everyone getting NOISE CANCELLING HEADPHONES. And again, I really don’t want to be the guy getting upset with people having fun, but the majority don’t even seem like they’re enjoying themselves! Peer into the eyes of a participant and you’ll be greeted by either the downcast gaze of fearful humiliation or the manic resignation of someone who cast dignity aside half a mile ago. Why are people paying for an experience that the most morally corrupt sports team would invent for initiation! Every time I have to fight through a mass of hen parties singing Kelly Clarkson I wonder why we allow this. They can’t be safe, they can’t be legal, and they can’t be in accordance with the Geneva Convention.
Collage by Anna Claire Shuman, with photography by Random Girl In Bristo Square.