Ten years ago, while I was a trainee solicitor, my flatmate (now something big in IT) and I decided that we would participate in the Edinburgh festival. We lived in Tollcross in Edinburgh in a top floor flat.
We placed an advert in the Evening News advertising our show, “The Flat” – and billed it as an opportunity to watch real Edinburgh in action. Scheduled to begin every evening at 8 pm for an hour a select audience of 3 was to be asked to pay £5 each to come in to the flat and watch myself and my flatmate sit on the couch watching television, talking about topical issues or conveyancing disputes, or eating Swiss white chocolate ice cream from Mr Boni’s ice cream emporium.
We waited. We prepared witty ad libs. We even videotaped programmes we hated in order to watch them as live and rant about them if anyone arrived.
However, I like to think that something of our idea lives on in today’s television.