My 2016 Edinburgh Fringe show was about love and death. In the same year, I fell in love with someone, and someone else died. One was my girlfriend at the time, and the other was my Grandad, but the show hinged on the idea that I wouldn’t tell you which was which until the end (no spoilers here). Along the way, I grew out of a cardboard box, road-tested a new kind of body-mounted light that makes audience interaction easier, and made friends with a Little Man made solely out of a hand and a glove. I really liked this show. Not much more to say about it, though.