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Rhubarb has the loveliest, craziest dining room I have ever seen

I’m in Edinburgh, fleeing comics at the hotel where Jimmy Carr stayed

23 August 2014

9:00 AM

23 August 2014

9:00 AM

The Edinburgh Fringe Festival: the city is full of glassy-eyed narcissists eating haggis pizza off flyers that say Michael Gove: Prick. I saw the Grim Reaper in the Pleasance Courtyard, of all places. Even Death likes an audience these days, has a media strategy, an agent, a gimmick. But this is not a review of comics — mating habits and most likely mental illnesses or ‘conditions’, plus hats — disguised as a review of the food that comics eat.

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