SIDE SPLITTING PRODUCTION OF SAUCY FARCE

FAST and furious farce was the order of the day in the Falcon Players' latest production, No Sex Please, We're British, at Stanford Hall last week.

Newly-wed couple, Peter and Frances Hunter, played by Lawrence Holmes and Sally Hague, live in a flat above the branch of the National United Bank, where Peter is manager.

When a parcel containing pornographic postcards arrives addressed to a Mr. Frances Hunter, the couple assume that there has been a mix-up over an order for glassware and panic thinking of the scandal the discovery of the postcards would cause.

They enlist the assistance of chief cashier, Brian Runnicles, played by Keith Hague, to dispose of the postcards, and from this point on a farce in the Great British tradition unfolds.

Written by Anthony Marriott and Alistair Foot, No Sex Please, We're British has only recently been released for amateur production after enjoying a long and successful run in the West End.

From beginning to end the audience had a collective smile on its face, and indeed for much of the time was roaring with laughter.

The players seemed very much at home with the material and frequently looked as if it had been written especially for them.

I would be hard pushed to name anyone of the players as being better than another, as all brought their unique qualities to the characters - a sign of good casting and perhaps the foresight of producer Liz Cox.

The play is delightfully saucy at times and the players held no punches back. They were out to have a good time and determined to make us have a good time too. I was chuckling all the way to my car.

The Falcon Players' next production is scheduled for May 9 to 12

- C.J.P.