I often go on a bit about how I’m getting a tad long in the tooth, which I believe comes from the manner in which you can tell the age of a horse. It’s at this time of the year that it is really beginning to hit home; I’ve been to see two plays in which I have not had friends performing but their children. I’ve sat in the audience beside aforementioned friends watching plays that are not really suitable for people our age, but were actually rather good (Low Tide in Glass Bay and #myway, in case you are interested).
My daughter also has a couple of friends staying who regale me every afternoon, as they emerge from their slumber, of tales of returning to our home at 6am. There was a time when I, too, would have been finding my way back across the cobbles at that time in the morning. These days I’m beginning to wake up and wondering where to take the dogs for a walk.
That’s not to say that festivals are for young people, it’s just that they see a different side to the events. While the house guests were sleeping off the excesses of the night before, yesterday I was at the BBC tent watching a recording of Radio 4’s Front Row with Anne Archer, pictured, and Sophie Grobel. Now that’s not something I would have considered doing in my youth. To be honest, I probably wouldn’t even know where to find Radio 4 on the radio dial.
The party people of years gone by have already left Edinburgh and gone back south to have a nice cup of tea. I might have fancied going to Hot Dub Time Machine – after all, the first song is Rock Around The Clock – but the idea of bumping into my children as I sang along to songs from the 70s and 80s fill us all with dread. Mind you, it wouldn’t have been too late a night if I had gone with them as I would have had to leave about 2001 when I no longer knew the lyrics.