This is a highly intelligent piece dealing with sexual politics in our current climate, set in suburban London, this piece caused a lot of controversy with much anger from the press and sparking debates from an attentive audience, some who loved it some who hated it, our reviews could only get stronger. The Sexual Life of the Camel is weird. It makes producers nervous. It reduced a playreader in Nottingham to hysterics. There was quite a scrap about it at the Royal Court. But then it did win £10,000, and all the actors who read it love it and want to be in it. It's just very funny and warm, like A Midsummer Night's Dream with fucks. Anyway, the cast are really up for it and they are perfect for it. Martin the dope-smoking car-dealer is played by a Luton Town footballer called Rainer. Jenny who plays Keeley (Oi wornts a littul baybee) is rural trash from Norfolk. Nancy is hysterical as Mandy, the hot and bothered wife who calls a spade a shovel, and a raunchy Edinburgh schemie-kid called Euan is terrific as Kevin the boy next door who wanks a lot. It all started when Irvine Welsh bet Harry Gibson a case of Glenmorangie that I couldn't write a play about wanking...