Edinburgh Festival Day 12: Apparently . . .
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FAMINE has hit FEAST at the Fringe. The much-vaunted fringe management company ceased trading at the Edinburgh College of Art venue on Monday - a development presaged by the repossession of the PA system on Sunday and a special pounds 10 Saturday pass which was only taken up by seven people. The companies at the venue, however - including a number of international groups who were to begin their runs on 27 August - have banded together to ensure the show goes on. The College has agreed to let the performers occupy the venue rent-free, and some ex-FEAST employees are working for buns and tea only, but they still need pounds 3,000 to hire a new PA, pay janitors and retain the rented lighting rig.
THE Rapping Rabbi was taken to task for racism at a recent Hill Street gig. A characteristic call for the mass gassing of the entire German nation finally provoked one member of the audience to heckle. 'If you think you're a comedian, here's the microphone,' quipped the Rabbi. 'I'm not a comedian and nor are you,' replied the heckler. 'Look, anyone who wants to leave can,' came the Rabbi's reply. Half the audience promptly did so. The Rabbi lost his cool and forcibly threw the heckler down the stairs. When his gig finally ended, the Rabbi found himself confronted by two policemen who cautioned him for assault. 'These people don't understand irony,' said the Rabbi. Next week, a German company arrives at Hill Street with a new play called Hess.
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