Teddy Bare's Picnic  Edward Bare - nuttier than squirrel shit! Mind you, we had to remove all of Monica’s nauseating references to him as "My Teddy Bare" or the audience’s sympathies would have been entirely with Edward when he bumped her off and we'd have had to advertise the play as Justifiable Homicide Mistaken. After going bonkers at the end of the play each night and attacking a poor defenceless armchair with a poker (bending the poker in the process) Ray vowed to never again cast himself in such a large part when he was directing. But see Dead Of Night.

Director's Commentary  This had me as yet another git, only this time not in a cardy but in a tank top. I played a psycho killer and I did in Jenny (who played my wife, Monnie) making it look as if she’d been poisoned by the gas fire, a hulking great metal prop which I still have in my garage Ray

Was I In That One?  Peter bowed out with this play.  "Peter is a taxidermist by trade and enjoys stuffing animals both large and small. An enthusiastic whelk-breeder, his ambition is to become as good an actor as Larry Hagman" ran his completely ficticious pen picture from the Farndale Ladies Macbeth programme. It’s surprising we kept such a sane individual for over three years but he wanted to try his hand at musical theatre, which was something we didn't really cater for. He has since trod the boards with several of Hull's Amateur Operatic groups.

Cheap Publicity  "A tense psychological thriller about a nice normal bloke who just happens to kill people in secret", said the Mail rather oddly.