Staged in the theatre bar at lunch-time, this play pretends to be no more than a theatrical commentary on ordinary life. It is very funny; the timing and identification necessary for the humour to be so disarming pose no problems for Joe O'Gorman or Martin Lucey, each of whom play at least two roles.

What is important about it is its accuracy. Creedon is not a sentimental writer, yet his writing is moving. He is not a declamatory writer, yet this play resounds. His great gift seems to be observation, an awareness of the destructive, and sometimes constructive, oddities of life. Here a father, saturated with tired conviction, finds release for 800 years of victimisation through a dream of success on the hurling field, with his son as the sliothar.

Tightly constructed, flowing with the smooth pace set by director Geoff Gould, with an economical set by Patrick Murray , this is both a treat and a treasure.

Runs until September 1st; booking at 0214501673