Bringing the mythical village of Royston Vasey to the Dublin stage must have been a challenge for the League of Gentlemen. First, its population of misfits, misanthropes and missing links would have to be brought to life before the Olympia audience - quite a task for three men - and, second, its famed shop would have to be completely rebuilt, as it was razed at the end of the second series.

But, helped by Jeremy Dyson, their camera-shy writer, Mark Gatiss, Steve Pemberton and Reece Shearsmith pulled it off, bringing their hugely popular television series to the local people of Dublin, and only occasionally letting the sutures show.

We got the lot, in smart, ironic, quick-fire succession: Pauline, the abusive Restart officer; Hilary Briss, the butcher with the "special stuff"; Mr Chinnery, the vet to whom the worst always happens; Herr Lipp, the Teutonic pervert; the anally retentive Denton family; and the shining stars of Royston Vasey, Tubs and Edward, one-time proprietors of the local shop, now sadly deceased.

But before we were brought to that village of the damned, the league limbered up with some specially written sketches, including the Cave Guide with a Dark Secret, Tish the Insensitive Fag Hag; and the intentionally awful Legs Akimbo theatre group.

Gatiss, Pemberton and Shearsmith deconstruct the denizens of Royston Vasey with the flair of a macabre music-hall revue, creating a fine, flawed comedy of terrors.