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Dear Sue, Hello, I wanted to write to you because my wife and I saw your show in Pocklington last night. We met briefly and though there was so much I wanted to say to you as ever in these situations there was so little I actually managed to say. We came across Lip Service in the early 90s, drawn to your shows by the literary link, (I am a librarian and so am naturally drawn to anything linked to books). We were drawn to your work immediately. Your shows were wonderfully silly and subversive, very witty, very clever, wonderfully creatIve. We loved the way you combined film, clever sets and your brilliant performances. Every year I would check what you were up to, to see if we could get to whatever show was on. Over the years we have seen lots of your shows and you brought us endless joy and laughter. Our personal favourite was Inspector Norse. We loved the knitted set, the moose, your use of crispbread to mimic walking in the snow, the knitted fireworks We were both really upset when we heard about Maggie's death. I cannot imagine how hard it was for you to loose your creative "other half". However I am glad that you found the courage to put together last nights show which was really very, very good. Laughter and tears. I hope you will continue to find ways to express yourself creatively in whatever way is right for you. We wish you well, and again thank you and all your team for everything. Carol and June
Fringe Programme, The Red House, Newcastle upon Tyne 1985 sent by Jim Fowler
A Romantic and Ridiculous Weekend in Buxton Back in 2007, I was a smitten young(ish) chap, newly besotted with my girlfriend Harriet—now my wife, mind you—and eager to impress her with a weekend getaway that screamed “romantic geek.” Our destination? Buxton, with a nerdy pitstop at Jodrell Bank to gawk at the Lovell Telescope. We booked into the Old Hall Hotel, a charming spot just a stone’s throw from the Buxton Opera House. Being theatre buffs, we checked the listings and struck gold: LipService Theatre, the comedic duo of Maggie Fox and Sue Ryding, were performing their riotous Jane Bond that very night. The show, set in a cash-strapped 2012 where MI6, bled dry by Olympic overspending, swaps James Bond for Jane Bond—a job-sharing single mum of three—was a hoot. Maggie Fox strutted about in a black PVC catsuit as Jane, while Sue Ryding juggled roles like Blowdry, a villain hell-bent on derailing the London Olympics with, presumably, a lethal hairdryer. We snagged a private box at the Opera House, complete with a bottle of fizz that made us feel positively 007-esque. The comedy was relentless—slapstick, silly, and stuffed with gags that had us cackling like hyenas. I hadn’t laughed that hard since my uncle got stuck in a deckchair at a family barbecue. The Old Hall sweetened the deal with a clever dining setup: starter and main course before the show, then back for pudding afterward, which felt like a deliciously civilised intermission. The whole evening was pure magic, etched in our memories as the night we fell head over heels for LipService’s brand of bonkers brilliance. We became diehard fans, catching their shows whenever we could, even joining their Comfortable Shoes chorus years later after moving to Harrogate. You never forget your ‘first time’, and so Jane Bond remained unbeatable to us; to this day, we can’t mention Loughborough University without calling it “Loo-boo-roo,” thanks to Maggie’s quip about a fictional degree in basket weaving. That weekend in Buxton? A perfect blend of love, laughs, and a licence to chuckle. Peet Morris
The Picture of Doreen Gray Oldham Coliseum Community Choir