THE FLYERING SCOTSMANToday heralded the arrival of that stalwart of any show's fringe publicity, the humble flyer. Over the next month, all over the festival, family, friends and bewildered Javanese industrial sealant salesmen on a team-building holiday will have these garishly coloured pieces of cheap card, adorned with grossly distorted quotes from the Luton Bugle thrust into their disinterested hands.
Not this time you faithless hounds! In a masterstroke of underhand genius, the fabulous (in the traditional sense) production team has created probably the greatest flyers the Fringe has ever seen. People will talk of these for years to come rather than cracking weak jokes about their suitability for roach material. Apparently it's something to do with being on the drugs.
P.S. Did you get the title? Jamie is Scottish. And he'll be flyering. No-one? Fine.