Scottee

With 'Camp', my new show at London's Roundhouse, I'm trying to carve out a space where things can be fun and I can experiment without being controversial in a vulgar or grotesque sense... and it's about coming to terms with my own effeminacy and a public proclamation of the things that have shaped me.
It used to be that in order to get a job on the telly or in radio you had to speak the Queen's English. Now it seems Received Pronunciation is solely reserved for Radio 4. It wasn't always this way.
Yesterday, 1 August, marked the launch of the 65th annual Edinburgh Fringe Festival in which 2,695 shows from 47 countries will show off in 279 make shift theatres, dodgy pubs & toilet cubicles across the city; but when you do the sums is it really worth it?
Is the future of our flag in jeopardy? Has our flag become a logo that flogs cheap apparel during times of nationalism decided by marketing teams? If Scotland gain independence do we need to change the flag?
Critics have a bit of a reputation for watching your work with what locals up here would call 'a face like a smacked arse' but when I forced her to sit in my eyeline and wear a party hat like everyone else she looked engaged and even LOL'ed - why was I staring at her during the show as if I could predict her review or manipulate her experience?