Just realised the theatre review I’ve done for this weekend’s Tribune won’t leave readers long to see the play so here it is now:

The Supper Party

Capers at parties have been rich fodder for dramatists – Harold Pinter’s early work included “the Birthday Party” and who can forget the cloying superficial suburban niceities masking deeper problems in Abigail’s Party from Mike Leigh?

In this brand new production from Alison Evans it is a bunch of luvvies we encounter at close range. A playwrite and his author wife throw a soiree where guests including an ex lover of his and boorish male actor pal grace their table as well as new faces in the form of a young couple that the hosts have taken under their respective wings.

The first half probes the conundrum of cultural value: is a gossip column worthless? Should life reflect art and vice versa? In the second half the competitive arched asides of the guests are knocked for six with the arrival of the fiery lost son of the piece and then… well, without wishing to signal too much of a spoiler alert, sparks really fly.

This gripping, convincingly acted play in the intimate setting of the Tabard, will literally have you on the edge of your seat at times as well as in laughter at others. It makes you think too, raising important questions about what is referred to as “the stifling colour supplement life” where behind the veneer of perfection much more is always at play.

Go see for yourself. It sure beats Eastenders anyway.

The Supper Party is at the Tabard Theatre, London W4. Book at www.tabardweb.co.uk