Two middle aged men, Ted and Morrie, enter a nondescript hotel room in Finsbury Park. The fact that the door is chipboard and veneer rather than real wood confirms Ted's view that the world is going to the dogs. Morrie has a video camera and Ted bares his feet, but what they film is not porn but an invitation to become part of an ideal community, free from the evils of the modern world as the Daily Mail-reading Ted sees them. As the play unfolds we learn more about the two men, their longstanding friendship and the troubles that have beset them, while a series of unsuccessful credit card transactions lead to their room being surrounded. Reminiscent at times of Pinter's 'The Dumb Waiter', this dark, funny and humane play premiered at the National Theatre in 2002, and for those (like me) who were unable to get to the production, the script reads well enough to indicate what a treat the show must have been. There's a lot of comedy, broad and highly effective, but some telling social observation too and, underlying it all, a real compassion for a pair of characters who don't quite fit into the world as it is currently configured. A contemporary British play of rare quality.