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Cast |
| Edie Hornett |
Val Howell |
| Emma Hornett |
Jill Kennedy |
| Mrs Lack |
Pat Clappison |
| Henry Hornett |
Frank Pickering |
| Albert Tufnell AB |
Jonathan Pool |
| Carnoustie Bligh AB |
David Burton |
| Daphne Pink |
Liz Ratcliffe |
| Shirley Hornett |
Natalie Marcus |
| Reverend Oliver Purefoy |
Gordon Berry |
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Directed by Dave Barber |
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| The Other Farce |
Back to the
wide open spaces of Hull Film Theatre:
a stage with room to breathe! And wave your
arms about. We were originally going to
do a play called 'Ladies In Iniquity'
about a group of housewives who supplement
their income by fencing stolen goods, but four
of the new members legged it, never to be seen
again, and it was replaced by
this popular old chestnut. |
| The Audience Won't Notice |
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On the
opening night, during the dinner scene, one of the coloured
gels came loose from the lighting rig and fluttered slowly
down on to the stage like a wounded bat, corpsing half the
cast. |
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I'd actually learnt all my lines for 'Ladies
In Iniquity' so it was a bit galling when we had to drop it. Dave Barber and I
had performed 'Sailor Beware!' before with the Chameleons long since defunct
predecessors and, although it seemed like a good idea at
the time, there was, in the end, something unsatisfying about
revisiting a play I'd done before.
Dave had originally been cast as Henry but, thinking
he was too young to play Natalie's father(!), took it upon
himself to cast Frank as his replacement. Which was where all the problems started. |
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Frank had also performed 'Sailor Beware!' with the Chameleons long since defunct
predecessors (see how cleverly I avoid naming them!) and had later appeared in a production of
'Gosforth's Fete' that Yvonne had directed where, for reasons best known to
himself, he had been as rude and uncooperative as possible. Understandably,
then, Yvonne refused to have anything to do with him.
So Dave took over the directing. Well, directing in the
loosest sense of the word...
There was an atmosphere of despair at rehearsals and it was a relief to get it
over and done with. The corpsing incident with the lighting gel just about sums this one up.
The performances lacked lustre and the cast lacked
discipline. My straight-faced Carnoustie was just about adequate. Quite possibly
the feeblest production we’ve ever mounted. Even the photographs are crap David
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| Was I In That One? |
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Still one cast member
short, we had to borrow Pat from St John Patruska Players to
help us out. Jonathan strutted his funky stuff
just this once before disappearing. Frank, perhaps realising that his presence was
causing friction, wisely decided to bow out. |
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