With trigger warnings attached to so many theatre shows these days, here’s one for Ham: ‘Contains words, images and ideas that could change the way you eat and, subsequently, help halt the unremitting march of climate change’. No biggie, then. Hamlet has undergone more transformations than the average play, some of which may well have sent Shakespeare into a proverbial grave spin. But you like to think he’d have admired the theatricality, textual ingenuity, and appreciation of the nuance of human behaviour that Hotter Project fold into Ham. Not least because they also make work in London, play around with gender, and are equally comfortable with tragedy and comedy.

Mary Higgins plays Hamlet, a young man grieving not his father, but the death of his pig. As a vegan, he values all life, but is particularly concerned by the fact over 50% of global greenhouse gas emissions are caused by animal-based food production. Ell Potter as his mother Gertrude is wonderfully ambivalent about the whole thing, recognising her son is morally right, but oh boy, those pork sausages taste good. In their company description, Hotter Project say they ‘make work that strives to be profoundly stupid and stupidly profound’, which sums Ham up perfectly. The humorous word-play they knit into every line has the whole audience laughing out loud (meat-eaters and vegans alike), never falling foul of dogmatic berating. On the other hand, the brief clips of video footage from factory farms and slaughterhouses should have non-veggies in the crowd examining their conscience.

Ham, Summerhall, until 30 August, 7.30pm; picture: Holly Revell.