A slow start to the day but we were into the melee by 10.15. A coffee on the Royal Mile and then over to the Pleasance Courtyard to see <strong>"One Under"</strong>. This was a small theatre group of 4 people exploring what happens on the London Underground, what people think about themselves and others up until the train comes to a halt between stations due to a suicide (one under). The characters were subtly exposed and the acting was exceptional. It was one of those events when you realise it is so near to perfect you don't want it to end.

Within minutes of coming out we were enticed to book another show that started within the next half hour and rather than queue we decided to try and book using my iPhone - it didn't work but Jane's thankfully picked up a 3G signal and we managed to fight our way through the Fringe web screens to book the tickets. The hassle was worth it because the <strong>"Seminar"</strong> was an excellent one woman, comedy show based around a motivational seminar to relieve the stresses and strains of life. It turns out the speaker has more stress than anyone in the audience.

Next we were across town to see <strong>"Shylock"</strong>, a production  with Guy Masterson explaining and acting the role of Shylock in The Merchant of Venice. He also gives a brief history of Jews through out the ages. Guy Masterson is an incredible actor - we've seen him in several other productions: two years ago in a bird watching play and four years ago in Under Milk Wood. It was professional, very good and well done however it didn't have any of the emotional involvement found in the low key production "One Under".

The last of our shows for the day was "Rock the Ballet". One for Jane really but I liked the idea of ballet to rock music. It was a sold out event and the queue started 40 minutes before the doors were due to open so we joined becuase there was nothing else to do. We hadn't eaten all day because we'd been rushing in and out of events so Jane nipped out of the queue to buy something to revive our low blood sugar levels. Disappointingly the show consisted of six testosterone filled male ballet dancers and one female. I think the best way I can describe it is ballet meets the chippendales. Jane loved it and the granny sitting next to me on the other side was overtly lusting after these young, bared chested dancers with whoops and very unlady like behaviour. Not my scene.

Early evening and we head back to the flat to take a break.