It's mid-festival: a traditional time of art fatigue and what-haven't-I-written panic that's accompanied by an overwhelming need for a night on the couch with crap TV. Even finding words for a tweet is hard and writers wish that all they needed to do was offer a thumbs up or down at the end each show.
I've only napped during one show... It wasn't that it wasn't great, it's just that it was dark and comfortable and I thought I'd just listen for a while. (And think it may be unfair to write about it.)
Am I really complaining about this? No, and have given myself a suitable eye-roll as I make another coffee, knowing that I've had more sleep than the festival staff and been able to sit down and enjoy the Hub.
