…and her front’s in the show too!

Very excited to announce my next project: Mrs Hudson’s Christmas Corker!

A right royal knees up of a Christmas jolly set in the most famous kitchen in literary history and staged in the most beautiful of hidden theatres in London. The venerable Mrs H. is brought to life by the brilliant Spymonkey (featuring the fabulous Sophie Russell) and the fantastic Ed Gaughan. Thanks to the beautiful staff at Wilton’s! It’s great to be back. See you all in the Mahogany Bar for an egg nogg.

BC x

Dates: 2nd December 2014 – 31st December 2014

Times: Tuesday – Saturday 7.30pm (except Wed 3rd at 7pm), matinees every Wednesday & Saturday 2pm
Prices: £35 table seats, £27.50 main seating, £20 side seats
N/B: The 3rd December performance will start at the earlier time of 7pm. There is no show on 25th December. Additional tickets will be available soon for those wanting to stay at Wilton’s after the show on New Years Eve
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Written by Bob and Barry Cryer
In association with Spymonkey
Directed by Ed Gaughan
Designed by Lucy Bradridge

Situated in the kitchen of the celebrated 221B Baker Street, this riotous production contrasts the minutiae of a landlady’s daily domestic routine with the grand opera of Conan Doyle’s Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle.

Witness the tale of what really happens below stairs in an affectionate yet hilarious take on the Holmes legend, using music hall routines, tatty magicians, cod ventriloquists, lady boxers and perhaps even a death defying finale worthy of Moriarty himself! Mulled wine and Christmas trees come as standard.

Special New Year’s Eve party! Book early to avoid disappointment, as they say!

Created by actor & writer, Bob Cryer, with his veteran comedy writer father, Barry, and in collaboration with the ultra talented Spymonkey company, all deftly wrapped up with a ribbon by director Ed Gaughan.

Cast in alphabetical order:
Aitor Basauri (Spymonkey)
Petra Massey (Spymonkey)
Toby Park (Spymonkey)
Sophie Russell

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Had the pleasure of working with this guy last year on Paul Brook’s stage adaptation of his book “The Little Book of Prison” for Lynchpin’s Scriptease. Funny, eccentric, disturbing and occasionally inspiring.  Check out his natural move into bang on banged up stand up with time off for good behaviour here: Can you spread the F word? – Frankie Owens – Thursday 11th.

***Tomorrow night 9pm***


Fri 7th February 2014 2pm

Barry Cryer is one of our best-loved writers and comedians. His extraordinary career has involved writing for the world’s greatest funny men including Dave Allen, Stanley Baxter, Jack Benny, George Burns,Tommy Cooper, Les Dawson, Dick Emery, Bruce Forsyth, David Frost, Bob Hope, Frankie Howerd, Spike Milligan, The Two Ronnies and Morecambe and Wise. He’s also a regular panellist on I’m Sorry I Haven’t a Cluefor Radio 4. Now, together with his son, the actor and writer Bob Cryer, Barry has created Mrs Hudson’s Diaries, a hilarious novel that reimagines the Sherlock Holmes stories from the point of view of the famous landlady. They reveal a portrait of life below stairs at 221b Baker Street that is by turns silly, slapstick and sentimental. This is your opportunity to meet Barry and Bob, discover something of their partnership and their work and hear more about the unsung heroine of the Sherlock stories. After all, behind every great man there is usually an even greater woman – this time she’s demanding rent!  Join Barry and Bob afterwards in the bar for tea and cake and enjoy an afternoon replete with relish, mustard and no small amount of dropped eaves.


Tickets £30 The restaurant is open from 12 noon for lunch. Please make your reservation with the box office or online.



The Fortress of Solitude in the thoughts of the Superdude

Is the infinite zone to be Superalone.

 It’s the place that our Superguy is able to Supercry.

Beats retreat from the fray. But it wasn’t always that way.

In the beginning there was the S and the planet Krypton, cryptogrammatically the S at the heart of our Super Strong Man of Steel’s creation myths – his superannuated birth story that places the symbol anywhere from the literal Super S of Super Man to the cryptic codex of the Silver Age Siegel and Shuster segue into pseudo semiotics that sees the S as the First Nation symbol of Hope.

From First Nation finds First Republic and redoubling the S sees literally Latinate Hope dressed as spes – another serpentine double S sandwiching perpetual existence that does exactly what it spes on the tin. Often in Hope. Dorothy’s Thin Bloke. The Tin Bloke. If the Tin Man “only had a heart”, dee dum dee diddly dee… Just because I’m presumin’

That I could be a human
If I only had a heart…

A real man with no start, a Steel man with no past, cast adrift from the slow blast, made his mark as a Clark, yet was only one half of the whole cell, the whole brain, and wholesale he loved Lane, yet when they were asunder, the C’s forced him under –

Just a Warp with no weft

Or a midriff bereft of a sibilant clef.

We return to the heart of our Matter.

Of Our Latter Day Manhatten man.

Our Superman. Supercript but writ small. The last mite in a bursting of light fleeing the might of malignant Kryptonite. Jet black Jor El gets Kal El jettisoned from Krypton to Earth.

Wrapped in a cape but trapped as an ape. Forever to sever the link from his brethren. His kin forced to flee, he’s tethered inert, interred to the earth to fates lying in wait for the child in a crate. Or a manger. Or basket. Cast off downstream, a mythical dream floats away from the dreamer and into the dream.

Deep in the darkness the shard finds it’s niche, hooked in the earth to take root and release – surge faster than a seeding bullet! More powerful than bindweed! Able to overgrow tall buildings at a single bound!

It’s within us all. The Secret Citadel. The Fortress of Solitude.

Look! Up in the sky! It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s Superman! Born again.

First Performed at Pulp Diction, Cafe Mila, Godalming, 25th October, 2013