Withering Looks, Guildhall Arts Centre, Grantham, (01476-593341) 8pm

Last year saw the 150th anniversary of the publication of Wuthering Heights. Since then, all sorts of people have had their way with literature's wildest lovers Heathcliff and Cathy. Laurence Olivier cried (beautifully) "Kithee... Kithee!" in Hollywood, while Bunuel turned them into Alejandro and Catalina on a small Mexican estate for his 1953 adaptation. (I swear.) Kate Bush kindled popular interest wailing "it's meee, I'm Catheee/ Come Home..." at the top of the charts and Juliette Binoche and Ralph Fiennes tried to rekindle Yorkshire's most famous flames of passion in Peter Kosminsky's flop film. Too few people have heard Bernard Herrman's opera Wuthering Heights, but who could forget Cliff coming over all rugged for the musical Heathcliff? All of which pales in comparison with Withering Looks, a seriously funny guide to the Bronte Sisters (the most successful sisterly scribes since Joan and Jackie Collins) by the sublimely silly Lip Service.