Edinburgh, the Fringe, why bother?
Because you may never again have the opportunity to disproportionately hate and love yourself simultaneously with the intensity of a meth-addicted woodpecker.
What have been the nuggets of inspiration behind your show this year?
Chicken, gold, Denver – the usual.
Stand-out Fringe moment to date?
Seeing my producer drunkenly fellates a live goat as the sun rose on Arthur’s Seat while a circle of theatre students danced to a guy singing a horribly out of tune version of Lilac Wine.
When you wished a hole had opened up in the ground and swallowed you up?
Your unsung heroes in the industry at current?
Comfortable theatre seating.
Three shows you must see this Fringe?
Aunty Donna. David Quirk. Peter and Bambi Heaven.
The one person you’d love to see your show and why?
My nan. Because she died over a decade ago and it would be a phenomenal talking point for the remainder of my season.
The reason why one should come and see your show?
One should come because one probably hasn’t seen me before and no amount of pithy replies to online Q&As can compare to fifty-eight minutes of looking at my face.
The one thing in Edinburgh you must do?
Walk to Leith and then realise it was unnecessary.
Ah sorry, you’re dead. But least you can have that dinner party you’ve always wanted. Who are you inviting?
The cast of NCIS. Someone needs how to figure out how I died.
RANDY – Underbelly Topside, 22:05