Write what you know, that’s the old adage, right? I mean, it’s crap, but it’s what they say. I once had that line thrown at me when, as a callow twenty-something in my first job out of university, I presented a short play I had drafted to a member of my amateur dramatic society, who had herself just had her first script sold to Samuel French. With hindsight, given that her play revolved around a character’s absent father being revealed as having transitioned, and that it did