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March 03, 2014



And the nothing if not lurid -- er, lucid -- Edna Welthorpe (Mrs), circa 1966, hereby deposits her two pence: "As a dedicated theatre goer for coming on forty years, I would sooner read the City of London Phone Books under torchlight than any of that indecent and disgustingly unnatural filth written by Mr Joe Horton [sic] and staged in an endless parade of perversion that crosses the line of decency."

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