Category Archives: Song at the Edinburgh Fringe

A declaration of revolution

http://living.scotsman.com/13855/Festival-blog-The-hard-sell.4419744.jp Published Date: 22 August 2008 ‘Festival Blog: The Hard Sell’ by Victoria Flood. ‘Comedy is dead, tragedy lives! Viva the tragic revolution!’ This is the latest selling tactic for our Edinburgh show. Unknown writer, unknown cast, and not even … Continue reading

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The Fringe Begins

Dear Blog-reading public (possibly only friends and family), Today the Edinburgh Fringe Festival started, which gives Broken Glass about 20 days before its performance commences. Hurrah I hear you all cry! For us directors however, it is a testing time. … Continue reading

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Edinburgh. Eta 35 days

Edinburgh. Eta 35 days. Estimated number of days available at home in that time, 10 days. Ah, so it’s closer than I thought. Perhaps a step up required in the preparation stakes for at least one actor, then. Having done … Continue reading

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Administrative Days and Contemplative Nights

I have picked up the publicity material for the show, which is to be displayed online as soon as my lovely publicity co-ordinator comes back from holiday; have assured the venue that we will use neither naked flames nor drapery, … Continue reading

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Dear Blog Reading Public…

Jo tells me the Broken-Glass-hits-the-fringe publicity drive is beginning, and that much more blogging is in order. I’ve given you my history (young woman writes potentially libellous plays, forms drama company with talented actress-director house-mate, and moves heavy bathroom furnishings … Continue reading

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Having known Vicky since the tender age of twelve, and accompanied her through the rich and bizarre experiences that force themselves upon us as we stumble towards adulthood, I was only too happy to continue to associate myself with her … Continue reading

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Song – A Short History

Once upon a time, Vicky Flood wrote a short story about the last hours in the life of a troubled young man, haunted in more senses than one. Perhaps not the cheeriest of leisure activities, but the story seemed to … Continue reading

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