By some miracle your favorite deceased correspondent is writing this from the Edinburgh festival this week, a wonder of the zombie arts. Not much football to be seen in the Scottish capital of course, nowt new there the unkind among you will say, but plenty of comedy. Equally unusual in Scotland normally, the same harsh critics will say, I know, but let us not be too cynical. Yes it's festival time in auld reekie, and damn good it is. Having said that, the red trousers of Kensington and Chelsea are much in evidence along with their loud wives. Bad enough the down market version you get at Stamford Bridge, the full on real McCoy is something else. Makes you proud to be English and wonder if you can get a postal vote for the SNP.
However back to the entertainment. My current tip for the top is Tom Binns, does a very good Sunderland accent as one of his characters, and is a very funny guy, get to see him if he passes your way. Some of the entertainment is unintentional mind, many a kid playing for free and not being quite worth it all over town. Still the bars stay open all night or just about and there is lots of music on tap as well. In my quieter moments in said hostelries I have been musing on the football, overall not at all bad, but with a bit of luck could have been super. Should have got a result at Penrith and certainly so at home to Guisborough, would have been a great start. But much better than we usually start so let's crack on, lots of games in a short period of time, and most of them at home. I will be peering through the fence with my usual interest.