Cracking production of Peter Shaffer’s brilliant one-act farce from Troika Theatre Company and director Rachel Johnson. Johnson directs with her customary sureness of touch and attention to detail, and she’s cast the show to the hilt. Look out for four of Oxford finest old pros – Polly Mountain’s batty “tee-total” neighbour, Colin Burnie and Nick Quartley as a pair of charming Germans who throw a spanner in the works by arriving in the wrong order, and Robert Booth as Colonel Melkett: a frankly terrifying creation who communicates almost entirely in military shorthand and extended vowel sounds.

The younger generation are also splendidly played. Nathan Grassi’s craven anti-hero seems palpably unable to decide between his fiancée, his vampish ex, and his next door neighbour (Ben Bateman, camping it up a treat); and by the time he’s endured 80 minutes of blacked-out mayhem, all thoughts of flogging his preposterous “sculpture” to Burnie’s deaf, though impeccably tailored, millionaire have flown out the window.

In short, an absolute treat – rounded off by an elegant set (Booth again) that conjures up all the horrors of 1960s interior design.