Somebody is crying themselves famous. Somebody has been forced to sleep for a month in a nuclear bunker. Somebody has replaced their labia with two sides of beef. It can only be the Edinburgh fringe – as variegated, attention-seeking and all-life-is-here as ever.
Beyond that, opinions diverge. Depending on whom you listen to, fringe 2023 is an atrocity against mental health, social justice and artists’ bank accounts. Or it is a phoenix-from-the-ashes rebirth of the world’s biggest arts festival after the Covid hiatus and last year’s tetchy, partial re-emergence.
