Dial M for Mur­ga­troyd, mirth, mys­ter­ies and .... mar­rows!

The Peterborough Evening Telegraph - - Hobson’s Choice -

A cu­ri­ous suc­ces­sion of mur­dered but­lers at the Fitzall fam­ily es­tate starts a suc­ces­sion of cu­ri­ous events which can only be solved by the ama­teur de­tec­tive Ms Mur­ga­troyd.

So en­sues a tale of song, slap­stick and silli­ness, with a suit­ably cryptic and chaotic end­ing.

Har­ries plays four roles him­self, in­clud­ing the mar­vel­lously ec­cen­tric and po­lit­i­cally in­cor­rect Clive Fitzall and the not so su­per­sleuth In­spec­tor Jessop.

The sec­ond half in­ter­ro­ga­tions are par­tic­u­larly amus­ing, as the tal­ented stars rapidly change be­tween the in­ter­vie­wee and the in­ter­viewer

Pa­trick Mar­lowe, for ex­am­ple, dou­bles as both Mur­ga­troyd and Scot­tish rub­ber baron Sir Ger­ald Bartrum; the two characters con­verse by the swift ad­di­tion/ dele­tion of a wig and a jacket sev­eral times.

There’s some dis­grace­fully de­li­cious in­nu­endo - mar­rows which are ‘ long but not par­tic­u­larly well pre­sented’ stuck in my mind, for some rea­son.

Strong and well- run stage di­rec­tion mean that a small set changes from a man­sion to a vil­lage store to a coun­try hor­ti­cul­tural show in sec­onds.

There’s a lit­tle ref­er­ence to Peter­bor­ough, and some great au­di­ence in­ter­ac­tion. It’s not ev­ery day you see Peter­bor­ough’s mayor get­ting poked like a fire­place...

I am still smil­ing at lit­tle scenes and lines now, and sus­pect I will feel that way for some time. I hope that other Peter­bor­ough stage fans sup­port this per­for­mance, be­cause I guar­an­tee they will have that same feel­ing.

Dial Mfor Mur­ga­troyd is at the Key un­til Fe­bru­ary 2 – info at www. vi­vac­ity- peter­bor­ough.

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