After being royally slapped around the face by their last reviewer for a retelling of Richard II, actors Stu Mcloughlin and Howard Coggins rise from the ashes with a hilariously crude depiction of Henry VIII and his six wives. Like salt and pepper, the pair compliment each other deliciously and not only do they make the audience belly laugh - they clearly make each other laugh too. Howard does have a surprising likeness to Henry VIII. Stu... not so much, although his highly entertaining mutlirolling keeps us teetering on our toes. From Geordie to German, he provides a plethora of marvellously hammy accents. The gents harmonise together with bluesy vocals paired with folky strings, all together forming a pretty damn nice sound.
Directed by Craig Edwards, Living Spit provide sketches that involve frequent kisses, blind dates and crappy caravan park Anne of Cleves techno routines, each one funnier than the last. Not only did I giggle once or twice or possibly thrice, the bastards almost bought tears to the eyes during a particularly harsh break up with Anne Boleyn (you know how it ends) using a fake teddy-baby. The pair are hyper aware of the audience, reacting and playing accordingly, whilst I am hyper aware of the young school boys sitting behind me witnessing two grown men cross-dressing, kissing and frolicking and I think to myself, fuck yes! These are the badass, yolo-ing, two fingers up role models that these young boys deserve. These lovable rogues are worthy of a bigger budget and a bigger stage to unleash the ideas from the dark creative crevices of their brains. - Faye Butler