This was my debut Edinburgh Fringe show. Recently, Catherine Bohart and Helen Bauer screamed at me while recording their Trusty Hogs podcast to learn that I just did my debut immediately, without taking multiple years to build up to it with mixed bill shows, split hours etc. I didn’t know about any of that, I just knew people did shows at the Fringe so I wrote one and took it up. While there are lots of schools of thought that that’s a terrible and unstrategic way to do the Fringe, in a lot of ways I’m glad I did – it meant I could just do something fun that appealed to my sense of humour, get it out of the way, and then gradually focus in on what kind of shows I loved making, and hone my craft without the pressure of industry scrutiny. This was a very stupid show in which I played three characters – a crap superhero who sounded like Terry Wogan, a garden spider who had been turned into a little boy by a genie, and a deluded wannabe rockstar comedian – who pratted about and did big comedy setpieces. I performed it in a free fringe venue that continued functioning as a pub even while I was in the corner performing my show. Madness.