This homegrown play lifts the lid on the human debris trying to be someone else during one night in a minor-league London night club.

Through dialogue and Talking Heads-style monologues the 18 characters, portrayed by four thesps, reveal their hopes and/or disillusionment in an intriguing blend of comedy, drama and soap.

The razor-sharp dialogue is shot from the hip and rarely misses. The caricatures are mostly grotesques and are recognisable to anyone who has been in any such club.

The most likeable person is Steve, the desperate loner played with just the right amount of pathos by Glen Richardson.

Highlights include the scenes with the two reps down for a conference and out to play away from home.

Mitch, the jaded self-obsessed night club owner, played by writer Guy Picot, has the lion's share of the best lines as do most of the men and it's fair to say the women are thinly drawn.

Most of the people represented are one-dimensional but the men seem to be more self-aware.

I've seen this play several times now and it's in the best shape it has ever been. However, the venue leaves a lot to be desired and lacks atmosphere.

The fact the play got any laughs is a testament to the performers, who form one of the best ensemble casts you'll see this Festival.

The play is on at the same venue on May 11, 17, 20 and 25.