Two souls inextricably linked. One, a tortured and tenacious genius. The other, a hideous creature made up from bits of other people’s bodies.
Yes, Howard and Stu are back for Living Spit’s unique take on Mary Shelley’s gruesome gothic horror, Frankenstein.
Geneva, Switzerland, 1823. Deeply affected by his mother’s untimely passing and the death of Greg, his pet hamster, undergraduate Victor Frankenstein comes up with a plan. Using all of his best science-y skills, he endeavours to conquer death, once and for all – by creating life itself! But will his creation be to his liking? Or has Victor unwittingly made a huge mistake?
First performed at Salisbury Playhouse and the Tropicana, Weston-super-Mare, site of Banksy's 'Dismaland' and with original music, preposterous puppets, grotesque gags and diabolically desperate dance-moves, this rib-ticklingly raucous monster of a show will leave you in stitches.
“...this ribald reworking of the gothic horror classic is a beguiling rib-tickler...the sense of mischief and sheer silliness are difficult to resist" The Times
“...fabulous invention and sheer silliness underscore this anarchic adaptation."
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.
Come and see us in 2020.
It might be alright.
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!