It started out as a dream...a dream...to bring art and culture to the masses, without having to pay for a train ticket to London and £8 a pint whilst enjoying a chuckle at some Acting student's expense. We failed. Then we sold out. Then Tunbridge Wells Fringe told we had to do it or we had to start paying council tax for the tent on our Mum's allotment. And so here we stand. From Cornwall to Tonbridge they know our name...and groan. They won't let us back next year folks so get us while you can.