Sunny Sunday afternoon, Newhaven shore, Firth of Forth.
There’s been a fair bit of synchronicity going on since I arrived in Edinburgh. Too busy in the weeks preceding the Fringe I’d left finding accommodation till the last minute. I arrived a day earlier than the viewing arrangement for my flat, preferring to spend one night at a guest night which I suspected wasn’t too far from the flat’s location. How convenient to discover that the flat was just 50 yards from the guest house on the same street.
Another example was last Saturday when a man who came to see my show introduced himself beforehand as Stu, asking if I was the Alison Chabloz who’d sent him some information about a fracking site in Canonbie near the Scottish Borders two years ago. Earlier the same day, Stu had taken his 2-year old granddaughter to see a show at New Waverley Arches and seen one of my posters. The name ‘Chabloz’ rang a bell so he decided to come along to my show and see if he was right – which he was : I am indeed one of Stu’s anti-fracking comrades. Never thought I’d say this : Hooray for Facebook! And please don’t tell me that putting up posters is a waste of time.
These kinds of moments help to convince me that the Fringe is definitely worthwhile and – best of all – last night the Fringe Performance Archive came to film my show.
Each year a small but diverse group of shows is filmed, representing a sample of the Fringe, now the largest concentration of performance art in world history. A systematic selection procedure yields a representative group of performances. The footage is preserved and available for private viewing after a moratorium period.
The cameraman was delighted with my performance saying he’d made the best film (broadcast quality) so far. As only 30 shows are chosen each year it’s quite a privilege. The footage is placed in a time-capsule; I’ll be able to access a copy when the Fringe is over and upload a showreel to Youtube.
Six more shows to go. Do come along if you can!