Way back when the world was new, I took a play to the Edinburgh Fringe. The year was 1988 and the play was A Spacewoman – a comedy about intolerance. Basically it was about a woman who was shot into space because her gay son wanted to be a vicar. Something like that. Twenty five years on and I’d like to say that attitudes have changed enough to make the play irrelevant.
Anyway, the gardening correspondent of The Scotsman came to review it and deemed it ‘pretentious’.
A photograph has come to light. This is me and the company promoting the show on Edinburgh’s mean streets. I’m the one with red shoes. These days I’m more of an eggshell blond.