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Avoiding despair at the Edinburgh Fringe

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In case it wasn’t obvious, I’m one of those bourgeois prats who heads to the Edinburgh Fringe every year. I rush about between improv and worthy plays, telling everyone I pass that they haven’t had a complete Fringe experience until they’ve sat inescapable inches away from a 6th form drama class gurning out an inept diatribe against the woes of social media.

This year I lay down in a pitch-black converted cargo container while binaural headphones convinced me I was in a coma, watched Gamergate get explained to a room full of middle-aged people, and learnt just how fucked the oceans are. Apart from that, I had a very good time.

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Matt Cox

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Once the leader of Rock Paper Shotgun's Youth Contingent, Matt is an expert in multiplayer games, deckbuilders and battle royales. He occasionally pops back into the Treehouse to write some news for us from time to time, but he mostly spends his days teaching small children how to speak different languages in warmer climates.