Back in 1991: A Theatrical Blast from the Past

Last Post: Wednesday 23rd July 2025

1991 was quite the year. The Soviet Union officially called it quits, Freddie Mercury gave us his final year of rock royalty, and The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air was just kicking off its iconic run. But here in our corner of the theatre world, something equally unforgettable was happening.

Our stellar cast took to the stage and turned the quiet newlywed life of Peter and Frances Hunter upside down in just four hilarious nights. Their flat became the accidental dumping ground for a mysterious shipment of very questionable material, courtesy of the elusive “Scandinavian Import Company.” Imagine the chaos when a delivery meant for someone else floods your home with adult magazines and risqué surprises!

Add in a cast of posh mums clutching their pearls, prim bank clerks struggling to keep composure, and one very baffled senior official desperately trying to maintain order, and you have the perfect recipe for a classic British stiff-upper-lip meltdown.

This was No Sex Please, We’re British — a farce so outrageously funny it ran for sixteen years straight in London’s West End, tickling funny bones and breaking boundaries with its perfectly timed mix-ups and innuendos.

A massive shoutout to the incredible cast and crew who brought this chaos to life: Andrew Greenwood, Kate Palmer, Barbara Hussey, Howard Osborn, Geoffrey Collinge, Roger Browning, Stuart Corless, Susan Madigan, Gillian Chew — and, of course, director Stanley Whittaker, the mastermind behind the madness!

Their performances were a masterclass in comic timing, physicality, and sheer British charm. Proof positive that if you can survive British farce, you can survive anything—and have a darn good laugh doing it.

Here’s to the timeless brilliance of classic comedy and to the Rossendale Players keeping the tradition alive with style and spirit.