MUSIC RICHARD OSBORNE
Sep 22, 2021
3 minutes
EDINBURGH’S FALSTAFF
In the late 1960s, as I waited for the curtain to go up on a matinée performance in Edinburgh’s Lyceum Theatre, I confided to one of the city’s fabled Morningside ladies that I was tempted to move to Edinburgh, so addicted had I become to the city and its festivals.
‘Och, no,’ she counselled, ‘it’s vairy quiet in the winter.’
This year, it was ‘vairy quiet’ in the summer, too. And not before time,
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