Continuing our new series celebrating the 70th Anniversary of the Edinburgh Fringe and DarkChat's own 10th Anniversary we've invited a selection of people connected to the festival to provide their memories of their first festival.
If you missed part one or two you can catch up here.
Here at DarkChat we have always enjoyed productions of old Gothic stories. We also love comedy. We were therefore delighted to discover Last Chance theatre. In the past we have enjoyed their re-interpretations of "Dracula" & "Frankenstein". This year "The Curse of the Mummy" will receive that unique Last Chance Theatre treatment at The Caves at 7.30pm each evening (not 14th).
Last Chance member Sam Dunham kindly shared his 1st Edinburgh experiences.
My first visit to the Edinburgh Fringe was when I was doing a free show set partly
outside and partly in a caravan. Every morning we'd wake up and look out the window.
I can't quite remember whether we were hoping for it to not rain or whether we just
wanted the heavens to open up so we could take the day off and go explore the rest
of the fringe but I do remember that on our very last day just before we were due to
go on it started lashing it down. I said to the audience, who were pulling up umbrellas
and popping on rain macs, 'Seeing as it's raining do you want the short version or
the long version?' A lone Scottish voice shouted out 'This isn't rain. Give us the
proper version!' And with that we started the show.
That moment for me encapsulates the Edinburgh Fringe in all its glory.
DarkChat have been big fans of Naz Osmanoglu since we 1st saw “Wit-Tank” back in 2010 (wow, he must have been about 12)!
He regularly appears in our DarkChat award nominees, winning the coveted Best Comedy Performance award in 2014 for “Old School Secrets”. His appeal stretches to DarkChatters both young and old as our smallest (8 year old ) reviewers have just shouted "he's off Horrible Histories!" affording him legendary status with them!
Here he tells us of his 1st Edinburgh experience and how he has come a long way since “Jekyll & Hyde
I was seventeen and like all other seventeen year olds I was invincible and up for adventure.
Unlike most other seventeen year olds, however, I was also in an adaptation of ‘Dr Jekyll &
Mr Hyde’ featuring tights, no props and experimental dance music. Its hard to be invincible
The thrill and glamour of attending the Edinburgh Fringe Festival had totally blindsided me,
so I didn’t really get too worried when I read stage directions like ‘Enter Mr Hyde, barefoot
but in tights’. I mean, that’s just what plays are like, right? Right, guys? Wrong.
This was more a dance infused wankfest rather than a play: our jackets were covered in
cobwebs and holes because “they represented society’s decay” said our director one
morning as she sipped her chai latte and struggled to open her mini grape punnet from
Marks & Spencer.
She then showed us the one and only prop we were ‘allowed’ to use (as if the word ‘allow’ somehow suggested there had been some meaningful thought behind this whole charade – there wasn’t). I started to panic. It was a revolving trolley, that she was now dancing on. As Mr Hyde. My character.
I died inside. I was at boarding school and on return from Edinburgh, we were due to perform the show in front of the whole school. Now I wasn’t good at rugby and I was foreign – I never had a chance with these posho brats. But now, after this, they were going to crucify me! They ate people for breakfast at the slightest suggestion of theatrical wankiness (which doesn’t really make sense considering they all wear red trousers and multi-coloured blazers – I mean they look fabulous…).
And so on the way to Edinburgh I was just full of dread. And then we arrived. And we did the play. And it was just amazing. Not the play, but doing the play. It was thrilling and it was glamorous (well, nearly, it was in a converted church that smelt of mould), but mainly it was an adventure. We got lost flyering on the royal mile, we watched comedy at 12 at night, we met other students who were female and we actually talked to them, we even tried to get served alcohol and failed miserably. It was brilliant. It was, undeniably, an adventure.
And then we returned back to school.
And, oh my… how they bullied me.
Naz Osmanoglu performs The Naz Show at Just The Tonic,
More info and tickets are available at nazosmanoglu.com