It’s been a whirlwind since I’ve been home from Turkey.

An absolute whirlwind.

I thought I’d be disconnected after a week away.

But I couldn’t have been more wrong.

I’ve been looking forward for so long to being a judge at the Tiger Dublin Fringe Festival.

After so many years of watching as a spectator.

After so many years of seeing the best of Dublin.

Seeing it’s creativity.

Seeing it’s pomp.

Seeing it’s beauty.

Seeing it’s people perform remarkable feats of wonder.

I’ve had the pleasure for most of the week to run.

Literally.

To run across town, from event to event.

As a judge.

As a judge.

You’re reading that right. 

As am I.

I’ve got to be present at a variety of events in a judging capacity and it has been brilliant.

To see a show from a different perspective is a bit strange.

But it is also thrilling.

More than anything. 

I’m enjoying visiting a number of places that I had no idea existed or have always wanted to visit.

From the kaleidoscopic Sweeney’s Underbelly.

To the hidden gem of Bewley’s Theatre at Powerscourt.

To the carnival inspired Spiegeltent.

I’m on a ride that’s moving so fast that it’s safer to stay on.

The best thing about the experience though, is that even as I am judging, I’m still getting caught up in how good and well put together every show is and enjoying them as a regular spectator.

I am Timi