Away in a manger, no crib for a bed…
Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh. A donkey, a camel and a new born lamb. A tiny baby, wrapped in swaddling clothes lying in a makeshift bed in a dilapidated farmyard outbuilding. But enough about what Stu’s bought Howard for Christmas.
After their triumphant take on Charles Dickens’ “A Christmas Carol”, Howard and Stu are back to tackle the second greatest Christmas story ever told. Yes, that’s right folks, Living Spit are doing the NATIVITY!
With the usual mix of silly songs, pitiful puppetry and more Biblical befuddlement than you can shake a figgy pudding at, Living Spit’s Nativity promises to be a cornucopia of comic Christmassy crudeness that you’ll never forget!
“Living Spit’s Nativity is a hilarious re-telling of a classic tale..."
The Exchange, Sturminster Newton
The Maltings, Farnham
Marine Theatre, Lyme Regis
Dorchester Arts, Dorchester
Theatre Shop, Clevedon
Valley Arts, Chew Valley
Ustinov Theatre, Bath
Wardrobe Theatre, Bristol
We're Living Spit. We make comedy-theatre shows. Which have music in. That we write. Some people like them. And laugh. In an appropriate way. We make them in Clevedon, North Somerset, UK. Cos that's where we live. Then we put them on all over the place.
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Elizabeth I - Virgin on the Ridiculous
1558. England. A country divided by religion and politics, teetering on the brink of civil war. The hopes of the nation lie with one woman.
2022. England. A country divided by those who enjoy plays featuring men in dresses and those who don’t. The hopes of the nation lie with two West-Country actors.
Yes, that’s right. After touring their sold-out-from-Penzance-to-Pitlochry, Off-West-End-Award-nominated The Six Wives of Henry VIII, the second of Living Spit’s (un)Holy Trinity of hilarious heritage historiographies is go as Howard and Stu attempt to tell the story of the greatest monarch that ever lived - Elizabeth: The Virgin Queen.
With more live original music, silly songs, smutty shenanigans, perfunctory props, and hysterically historical horseplay, this promises to be (another) poorly researched lesson in Tudor history that you’ll never forget.
“A case study in sinewy simplicity and honed comedy craftsmanship"