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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
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