- the hangovers
- the nightly taxi trip home
- bleeding money away like a haemorrage
On the other hand, there is much, much more that I will miss:
- people watching outside the upside-down purple cow at the Udderbelly
- seeing performers in the streets around "the hub" (including a Caesar Twin deep in conversation with Jim Bowen)
- sitting chilling out in the cultured and inspirational calm oasis of the Book Festival
- the bean burgers
- bumping into Patti Plinko at Camille and congratulating her for her show
- the Terrible Infants strolling round Bristo Square serenading punters just because they felt like it
- the organised chaos that was the High Street (especially when Drum Cat were there)
- watching talented young performers mingling in the C bar at Chambers St
- seeing South Koreans in traditional dress and samurai warriors wandering about the streets with no-one batting an eyelid
- the Kirin in the Queen's Hall
- slagging off War of the Worlds at every opportunity
- the urban style of the C Socco
- everything belonging to Lionel Ritchie
- girls with megaphones
- the Caesar Twins doing their Terminator stalking bit
- medicinal beers
- hell, I'll even miss the rain...
But now, it's all over bar the fireworks. It's been great.
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