Becky Walker met the Fringepig team back in 2007. She was too young to drink back then so we used to sneak her beermats to inhale. Becky has grown up on the Fringe and knows all its quirks and idiosyncracies. She can do the whole thing, from telling a noisy crowd member to shut the fuck up at the back to taking them round the back and quietly kneecapping them.
And now she even puts our pages together while organising the feminist stuffed toy revolution. She is literally the only metric spanner in our toolbox, and you can misquote us on that.