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I think one man got a little bit confused by the term festival today; he turned up to a performance I’m in called  “The Hotel” wearing Wellington boots, a bun bag and a straw hat…this is not Glastonbury I said!

Anyway for those of you who don’t know, the Edinburgh Festival is not a music festival,  there are different dress codes… you don’t need to spend hours hunched over a hand-held mirror with a wet wipe readjusting make up, or trying to purposely attain that 'dishevelled yet wonderfully wispy Kate Moss casual but actually I’ve spent 3 hours trying to achieve this out of bed/tent' look.

Performing my own show on a daily basis gives opportunity for viewing many Festival folk and the look is:

If you’re a reviewer: to hold an average sized notebook large enough for people to see who you are (a very important person!) and what you're doing (doodling, is it?), whilst wearing a worn out school boy satchel, holding a coffee (as going by some of your reviews, comedy alone doesn’t seem to keep you chipper) and most importantly wearing an expression - not of glee and ecstasy (the latter isn’t so readily available at Edinburgh Festival) but of: So you think you're funny, I'll be the judge of that…

For the average comedy punter, no costume is necessary, all you need to do is: first pick up a Fringe brochure, then almost instantaneously put it back down as you realize there’s way too much to see and you don’t really know who’s who anyway, walk towards the largest queue and ask questions like 'Is it funny?' Then proceed to walk into a show with a wide-eyed smile, hoping for the best and avoiding the front row.

 

Iona Dudley-Ward’s a bit of a Character, 12 midday, until 28 August, The Voodoo Rooms.