Bacon Sandwich
Alma Tavern, Bristol

It's the morning of Greg and Wendy's wedding day and everything's gone pear-shaped. Greg and his best man are locked in a police cell while Wendy and her bridesmaid are stuck on an empty train in a siding. Greg's wearing a dress; Wendy's wearing a ball and chain she can't get out of because Rachel's got the key. And Rachel's at home in bed. Copious amounts of alcohol have been consumed the night before and everyone - except the unbearably uptight Wendy - has a hangover the size of a planet.

As opening scenes go, of course, this isn't exactly original but in the hands of writer Tim Massey, something which so easily could have become yet another pre-nuptial sitcom soon develops into an acerbic piss-take of - among other things - political correctness, superstition and laddish sexual boasting. All four characters are - as best man Ben puts it - "deeply shallow", and the cast of this cpa@uwe production bring them to life with hideous accuracy. Wendy's mystic chum Cassandra predicts that, before she's married, Wendy'll have to forgive and be forgiven. She might also add that it won't be long before Massey's described as the John Godber of the mobile phone generation.

Tom Phillips