FF SHOWS (Page 3 of 7)
MYTH (1986)
In 'Myth' Tellywoman invaded the Porta-Pak-Extenda Theatre, a sort of kit-form cardboard set, and set about disrupting the show. Even when switched off & unplugged she still managed to saturate the airwaves. Eventually, in the form of the massively pneumatic Blue Woman she enveloped all: and so T.V. triumphed over the Live act.
PLANTS, VAMPIRES & CRAZY KINGS (1985)
Coloured fluids pumped round a higgledy-piggledy polythene Garden Centre backyard in one of Forkbeard's nightmare Horror comedies. Biker son Derek with polluted blood, dubious claims to Throne and vampire tendencies; nevertheless likes Nature, Heavy Metal and going down the pub with Brian & Tracy. Ranting Mother Proprietress with cottage loaf for hair-bun. Ashes of forebears root-feed the ancestral wheel-about Bonzai Garden.
 
   
GHOSTS (1985)
The audience sees the Ghost Hunter approach the window from across the fields in Film, before he bursts through the door in person. The room he enters is like a Medieval spaceship with the world contained in the middle, and nothing beyond its bitten-off floorboards. Here he will meet Doormat, the Butler, at present hovering below ten gallons of green jelly.
THE COLD FRAME (1984)

 

Taylor's backyard is invaded by tinpot Major arriving through giant military head which mushrooms out of coldframe.

SPRINGTIME (1983)

 

The desire to use springs led first to the idea of a Sacred Spring on springs, then to a church on springs, and so to the story of rival monasteries and legendary tipples.

                   
 
THE LIBRARY SSS-SSHOW (1983)
3 tons of books at £10 a ton, some in swaying piles, mostly shelved precariously for the cataclysmic finale. A Cult Author invites the audience to witness his exploration of a magnificent library encapsulated behind a vast white membrane. When he cuts his way in with a scalpel, and the bleeding membrane is cut away, he finds himself on the wrong floor. He is somewhere deep within the library's bowels, in a dingy world where flabby bookworms scuttle beneath mounds of disemboweled books, and two lugubrious look-alike Librarians hunt them with 6 inch nails.
           
         
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