Grace Hatchell Heads to Edinburgh Fringe with Her Satchel Stuffed Full of Fringe Gossip
Oh darlings, it’s happening. I’ve rolled up my tights, packed my waterproofs, and my battered-but-beloved 2nd Act Couriers satchel is bursting at the seams — not with sandwiches (though I’ve got a cheeky Tunnock’s in there), but with press releases, show flyers, frantic handwritten invites and at least two scripts someone accidentally left at a bus stop. Yes, I’m officially Fringe-bound!
Edinburgh, brace yourself. Grace Hatchell is en route with wind in her hair, theatrical scandal in her notebook, and a stack of “must-see” shows taller than a West End chorus boy on stilts.
Now — a little note to all the wonderful PRs, press teams and passionate performers: thank you, thank you, thank you for the hundreds of emails, postcards, and mysteriously perfumed packages (you know who you are). The enthusiasm is electric.
But here’s the honest truth, poppets: there’s only one pair of hands at Theatre Village HQ right now (albeit very well-moisturised ones), and I simply can’t respond to every single message personally. I’d love to, but I’m currently running on caffeine, anticipation, and crisps shaped like musical notes.
So if I don’t reply — it’s not you, it’s Fringe Madness™. Please know your work is appreciated, your passion admired, and your press releases (mostly) read, flagged, and wedged into the back pocket of my raincoat.
Catch me picking up flyers, dashing between venues, and whispering “psst, it’s brilliant” about your show into the ears of eager theatregoers. And of course, check the Theatre Village blog daily — because I’ll be spilling all the best bits from the Royal Mile to the hidden gems in Cowgate. Well actually Andrew will but we know who the real boss is.
Edinburgh Fringe, I’m coming in hot. And this time, I’ve got blister plasters and opinions.
With love and a rain-drenched review notebook,
Grace x
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