Monologues

by Marriott Edgar, Stanley Holloway and others

Welcome to the world of the lads Marriott Edgar, Stanley Holloway and other blokes, who transformed everyday working-class chaos into poetic gold, where tragedy comes with a wink, and the punchline often wears a flat cap. These aren’t just monologues. Oh no. These are rhyme-fuelled epics about elephants on the rampage, rampaging aunts, and one very unlucky lad called Albert who gets eaten by a lion (but politely).

With Edgar’s deliciously daft storytelling and Holloway’s impeccable delivery — part music-hall maestro, part cheeky uncle after a pint — these tales celebrate the noble tradition of making things sound posh while describing complete nonsense.

Expect:

• Mothers with lethal handbags,
• Historical figures behaving like they’re in a pub argument,
• And more drama in Blackpool than in Hamlet.

And just when you think things can't get any more ridiculous, here comes Stanley with his rich baritone, delivering lines like: "If you’re going to be eaten by owt, best make it a lion — at least it’s got manners."

So sit back, put the kettle on, and prepare for a journey through industrial-age absurdity — where rhymes are sharp, humour is dry, and everything sounds better when said in a Lancashire accent.