Before I left Edinburgh this week, I had a drink with comedian-writer-photographer Ian Fox who was attacked in the street last Wednesday night.
Things have definitely improved since the Olympics finished. But not quite as dramatically as everyone hoped. If the Olympics and Edinburgh were like some kind of patronage divorce - forcing punters to choose between one or the other; then now that the dust has settled, just like in a real divorce, everyone is flat broke.
When I first found out my stand up show at the Edinburgh Fringe would be at 11:30 PM every night, I'll admit I was a little panicked. First of all, if I wasn't a comedian, I gotta fess up and admit I'd probably head to bed at about 8:00, maybe 8:45 on a kicking evening. So 11:30 sounded like a fake time to me, a time where no one exists in an awake state except comics driving home from gigs, or lorry drivers hauling Tesco sandwiches somewhere. And you know, hookers.