Covid is happening, but my Dad died of Cancer.

Add it to the pile of sadness please.

Photo by Simon Marsault 🇫🇷 on Unsplash

Once, when I was working at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival (humblebrag) I was having a conversation with some people about the kind of work that was being performed that year. There was wine, and talking over one another and the usual Edinburgh rain hammering away outside the pub, but inside was a group of people, a group of artists tripping over…