Happened So Fast…

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As the stripper said to the bishop, it’s hard to reveal anything about the Greytones Players’ latest production without possibly revealing too much.

That’s what you get when you jampack a night with short, sharp and funny little comic plays that invariably hook on a deliciously silly premise.

And so it is that we somehow get to see two opera singers being stripped down to their essentials by three grinning, grim reapers. Or a cuckolded father barking like a dog at the new man in his family’s life. Or a referee blowing her whistle once again at a bickering couple trying to avoid any foul foreplay.

Connected by a series of sketches involving the fine art of chugging – those poor, unfortunate charity muggers who rarely get any eye contact – director Aideen Walton adapted works both seductively short and sweet and, certainly in the case of the slightly-too-long opening Greystones ladies-who-shop sketch, surprisingly and chuckle-sappingly long.

Not that everyone up on stage wasn’t giving it their all, and a little more. Indeed, the second half hit the audience like a custard pie machine gun, and there was enough riotous laughter to raise Maureen Potter from the beyond.

So, if you’re quick, you might just be able to grab a ticket for tonight’s second – and last – performance of the Greystones Players’ Summer Shorts. Be sure to bring your sun screen. And watch out for those chuggers…