Miss Lloyd continues producing her fine-quality ‘Griefcast’, a podcast both serious and cheering about death, grieving, and the Great Beyond. It has been heartily recommended by both The Guardian and Times, and may be found at this address.
Miss Gittins is touring, with her armonica, her unparalleled collection of dramatic characters, and a phrasebook, on a grand route which shall take in Poland, the Confederation of the Rhine, and even the great unknown, Australia. To any foreign brigands reading: she is armed and dangerous.
Miss Parris continues to perform her musical witticisms onstage, and details of her performances may be found here. Furthermore, her show from 2016, Best Laid Plans (based on a poem by Mr Robert Burns) is available to be seen here. We recommend it heartily. Finally, she continues to delight audiences (alongside Mr Murray) in the televised delights of The Mash Report.
Miss Cooke-Hodgson‘s latest show, Bumper Blyton, a marvellous show which imagines life in that impossible future time, the 1950s, and the scrapes unattended children get into, will be beginning a monthly London residency at London’s Canal Cafe in October. Tickets may be found here.
We are delighted beyond measure to announce that we are heading to London’s famous West End!
We will be gracing the Piccadilly Theatre (not five minutes from Mr Willoughby’s discredited lodgings at Bond Street) for three dates, starting this December. Be sure to wear your best bonnet & breeches – and bring your dance card!
~ Dates & Times ~
December 5th, January 23rd, February 13th
Piccadilly Theatre, 16 Denman Street, London, W1D 7DY
7:30pm
Tickets are available right here!
“Ah! There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort”
EMMA
After a delightful month in the festive crumpled geography of Edinburgh we are indeed returned home for some (dare we say) well-earned rest.
We performed twenty-five of Jane’s lost works over our time in the Scottish capital, and their titles and subject matter were increasingly unexpected and unique! There was ‘Belfast Pubs I Have Known’ – a lurid tale of drinking and culture clashes in Northern Ireland, with some decidedly regrettable accents. ‘Prude & Incredulous’ subjected that day’s audience to the unforgettable sight of Mr Joseph Morpurgo clad in nothing more than a top hat (artfully positioned), and the run was topped off with ‘Jane Austen’s Love Island’, which saw blushing couples competing round the campfire. Jane was truly a visionary. And if the top hat incident was anything to go by, she will have wished she couldn’t envision quite as much as she did.
And so, wearied and flushed, we stumbled back down south. But our respite shall not last long. For we are soon to embark on a tour to every corner of our pleasant English land. From Leeds to Swindon, from Bath to Buxton – our landau shall bear us from borough to borough, as we bring the forgotten scribings of Jane to the public once again. Every date can be found here.
What’s more, we shall shortly perform in the suitably swanky surroundings of Kensington Palace, no less! Jane would be proud indeed.
So forgive us if we make the most of our brief break, sip tea and read books by the hearth, for soon we will be leaping into literary action once again!
“We were within a few hours of eloping together for Scotland. The treachery, or the folly, of my cousin’s maid betrayed us.”
SENSE & SENSIBILITY
Unlike poor Colonel Brandon, who never made it across the border, we have leapt into our curricles and hotfooted it past Gretna and all the way to Edinburgh. We have the express intention of spending the season amongst the high society here, and what a bustle we find!
For it is the Edinburgh Fringe, no less, and already our adventures in our Udderbelly home have begun. So far we have plucked from our top hats the delightful trio of ‘Sarcasm & Satire’, ‘Boldark’ and ‘The Red Ribbon’, and we wait in frenzied anticipation to see what wonders the remaining three weeks will hold.
Do join us, dear reader, do!
If you are of a saucier disposition, and yet possessed of a warm and charitable heart, you may also spare a thought for our one-off debauched spectacular Crosstentatious – in which (though we blush to utter it) the men dress as ladies, and the ladies as men! For shame! Ribald as these coarse entertainments are, it is all in aid of Waverley Care, and a finer cause one nary encounters.
So if you are possessed of a hardy constitution, and have not your reputation to risk, you may invite yourself to the vulgar and boorish outrage on the 17th August right here.
For now, then, we bid you farewell. Or as the Scots would say (they are so very quaint, dear reader), ’cheerio the nou!’