Alas that Edinburghers are uncivilised cretins who applaud anything if it stops making a noise for long enough ;D Stupind bint. I think I would have been giving her daggers any time there wasn't anything vampy to distract me onstage (and hee! Dad said today I must be part vampire, with my loathing for daylight. I snickered and scarpered, with Herbert and Spike in tow :D)

I'm going to try it again when I wash my hair tomorrow, see if it wasn't just sheer fluke ;) Of course, that means letting the mane dry out into epic, yeti-like proportions, before beating it back...