When God announces plans for early retirement and a fishing trip, all Hell breaks loose, quite literally. Seemingly the only people who stand in the way of total annihilation are a ragged band of amateur witches, but a chance encounter with some strangely familiar characters sees a sudden increase in the membership of the coven. Together our band of heroes set out to find God and return Him to power. If he can be persuaded that is. In 1996, a bunch of self-proclaimed actors fancied a working holiday and thought "What the hell, let's go to the Edingburgh Festival." So they did. When it turned out to be hard work, half the company quit and got proper jobs instead. Those that remain have all been around longer than they would care to admit, apart from the young ones who haven't been around at all and say so willingly with sly smiles and a strange glint in their eyes...erm...anyway, the cast proudly presented a totally new piece of theatre, devised and written by Billy Woods and directed by Mark Underwood (expect further woodenness) and this made them eligible for a Fringe first. They didn't get one. Well, we didn't want one anyway, they're rubbish and don't really mean anything really, do they? Really? Anyhow, they're back, finally, (the traffic was hell) and they're even better than before. Of course, the totally new piece of theatre isn't looking so totally new anymore, but fortunately mice have created a toupee from bits of string and you can hardly tell the difference between it and real hair. So that's good then. Anyhow, anyhow, we were going to do a big West End run, but, of course, the world is due to end on the 14th, so we just grabbed the biggest available space. We were lucky enough to chance upon the lovely Upstairs at the Gatehouse, which is a theatre that is upstairs at the Gatehouse. So that's good too then.