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There is something fitting about Stu McLoughlin finding himself wrestling publicly with artistic self-doubt in a show inspired by Hamlet. For years, Living Spit have occupied a unique position within the South West’s theatre ecology, creating joyfully anarchic productions that combine sharp musicianship, historical irreverence and an almost supernatural ability to extract comedy from things that really shouldn’t be funny. Whether tackling Tudor monarchs, Greek mythology or French fairy tales, the company has built a devoted audience through a distinctive mixture of silliness and skill. Like its Danish inspiration, The Tragedy of Omlet, Prince of Hen-mark is haunted by questions of identity. McLoughlin’s premise is undeniably inspired. Theatre-makers have spent centuries debating the ideal Hamlet. Age, gender, temperament, appearance and technique have all been scrutinised. Living Spit’s answer is simple: an egg. An actual egg. Joined by a supporting cast of vegetables, assorted…

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