What fun we had enacting such eye-widening tales as Periods & Patriarchy, The Murder at Wobblescotch Manor, and the decidedly risqué When Cousins Marry, in the grand surroundings of the beautifully restored McEwan Hall.
We also mustn’t forget that much-loved staple of the Edinburgh Fringe calendar – Crosstentatious. A one-off special edition of the show where the ladies don the garb of gentlemen and vice-versa! This time around Rebels & Responsibility raised several thousand pounds for the excellent local charity Waverley Care. It also featured possums, jacuzzis and more recreational drug use than we think Jane would normally have included in her novels, but if you put Andrew Hunter Murray in a dress what more can you expect?
We shall have but a short rest in front of the blazing hearth before we set off once again, gallivanting across the country on our national tour, popping back only to frequent London’s Savoy Theatre for our monthly West End shows.
Thank you kindly to everyone who packed out the Hall, and see you next year, Edinburgh, you beautiful beast!
“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!’