Tatoo
You know you’ve been to the Edinburgh festival too often when: Walking down the Grassmarket, you hear an atonal, arrhythmic, percussive cacophony start up. Instinctively looking around for the inevitable body-painted, dreadlocked, slightly-whiffy tribal drum band, you are confused when the street seems entirely devoid of buskers of any sort.
This confusion lasts for a few moments until you identify the source of the frantic thumping: A large black-windowed van marked “Reliance Custodial Services” driving by, on its way out of the High Court.