Fringe: Sit here, move up - the commands of the lanyard brigade
Allow me to introduce you to a phenomenon called lanyarditis. It strikes every August in the heart of Edinburgh when the Festival Fringe swings into action. They are worn by students working the queues and checking tickets, as well as every performer, critic and hinger-on. Some even have more than one lanyard, and a few wear so many they adopt a permanent stoop, and the badges usually end up in their bowls of soup. Lanyarditis strikes in many ways. Take queuing. We Brits excel at standing and waiting in line. With space at a premium, queues need to be managed, but factor in lanyarditis, and, suddenly, the rebel in you starts to surface. “Can you all squish up/snuggle up?” asked one student lanyard wearer. Grief, this is Edinburgh we don't squish up to the people we love, let alone strangers in plastic rain macs with “I love Bonnie Scotland” on the front. Meanwhile, her colleague asked everyone to take “one B-I-G step forward?” No! I’m ...