Bloody hell, it's late. I have to pack up my things.

Yo pack up now and give a brother room (Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince)
Although I'm not anyone's brother; and I'm not making room for anyone's brother.

I decided, on a whim, to book a train ticket home tomorrow at 7pm - instead of the one I had booked for Wednesday. I need to go home. The result of this is that tonight is my last night in Edinburgh. I'm in my flat right now and probably won't head back into town - which means I probably won't get to say goodbye to a lot of people...it's a similar weird anticlimax to when you finish school or university - people just seem to drift off (a bit like some people did in my show)

So - nearly over (Still one show to do). Apparently my dad is coming up tomorrow. Don't leave it 'til the last minute or anything, dad.

I guess I've had a good time overall. I met some lovely people and apparently made a couple of fans (and a couple of enemies as well). One would think that paying £8 for a show you didn't love too much wouldn't be quite enough to provoke the kind of rage and vitriol one occasionally sees on the 'edfringe' forums, but there we are.

I met someone today who was possibly the world's most public-school man I have ever met. He was wearing one of those awful 'rugger' shirts and spent about an hour discussing all the people who went to his prep-school (with someone else who had been to the same prep school...hoo bloody rah).

I went a bit quiet while he was talking because I was trying to surpress my deep-seated rage towards the whole over-priveledged public school system. People often assume, when they a) find out I went to Cambridge, and b) Find out I am from Yorkshire but don't have a Yorkshire accent, that I was privately educated. I wasn't.
It's bullshit. I despise the public school system and the fact that rich twats can pay to get their stupid little simpering offspring into a good university by throwing as priveledged an education as they can at them.

I do understand why some people choose to send their children to private school - if they're clever but would have the shit kicked out of them at their local hell-hole; but the whole boarding school / sucking off the house master / living in a country house of a school with a gym and its own fucking planetarium / let's all bum eachother and then have a game of fucking lacrosse (fucking and lacrosse combined - it's a special public school game) makes me want to puke all over their stupid little schoolboy hats.

I hope that man doesn't read this. He might arrange to have me killed.

Sorry I get a bit opinionated sometimes. It's late and I've not eaten properly for 30 days.

Love to everyone, and bye for now.

Ruth x

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