The conceit was an imaginative one - extract Joyce's Leopold Bloom from Ulysses and watch him explore the world in the future.

A man of Jewish descent, a wandering Jew in search of his tribe, Bloom's odyssey takes him to Auschwitz.

Within the first 90 seconds of Patrick Morris's (Bloom) windy arrival he had removed his pants and was sat on the loo spouting an Irish thunder of words.

And thus did Morris pop the audience in his trouser pocket and the story began, story-telling as only the Irish can conjure.

Morris not only hypnotised with his wonderful expression of language, he physically animated the words with a flow of movement that was effortlessly beguiling.

He used an array of white paper chains and cut outs - Bloom is a literary creation after all - and this show must be unique when crediting a paper artist, Reiko Wong.

The sound/music created atmosphere rather than setting and the entire production was empathetic with Morris's gob smacking solo performance.

But the show was 95 minutes in one sitting, too long by far. Despite the quality the audience could not sustain concentration and the overall effect of the piece was sadly dampened.

Three stars