The second day of the Fringe Diary is now online.

Shock flashback about Keith on Friday night. Outside of the takeaway (I was audience, not participant - no need for fat/food poisoning in my system), Keith was eating his meat pie. A couple of young girls (let's for the sake of argument suggest they were 15 year old charvers) approached and one said to him something along the lines of "give me some of your pie" and then puckered up and headed for his fork, mouth agape. Keith, with a presence of mind that disgusts me, placed his own puckered mouth in the trajectory of young miss pie-lover's mouth.

Well, the young lass soon worked out the deal - she should kiss Keith and then get some pie... this she did and got her pie. The next one then lined up for pie and Keith was insisting on a kiss when I stopped him. "Give her the pie" I exclaimed, realising that Keith had, so far, not only kissed a charver, but had also paid for the privilege in pie. He could redeem himself by giving pie away to the other without demanding favours...

I feel dirty even remembering the story. This sort of behaviour engenders patterns of behaviour in such maidens. I protested poverty when I was approached by the girls for money for chips. It was not so much the subsidising of their chips which bothered me... it was more that I'd seen what they'd do for a few pence worth of pie, and I didn't want to find myself on the receiving end of what they'd do for a quid.