Two Dubliners, young but already eccentric, meet in a coffee house. Christy is an aspirant poet with a block. Dominic is an unemployed intellectual of sorts, emerging from a recent depression.

They talk. English is the magpie language, borrowing from every other one. Kitemaking is an art of Chinese origin, embedded in Zen aesthetics. And more.

Then they turn to topics that touch them more personally. Dominic has been taken off the dole, for doing nothing for too long. Plus, an interesting non sequitur, why did Valerie leave him if he is so good with his hands? Christy is shaken after being called a bastard by his father, and the charge was a literal one.

It is all neatly wrapped in some 50 minutes, closing closes with an ingenious precis. David Wilmot and Mark O'Halloran, who wrote and play the material, are always entertaining and sometimes hilarious, walking a tightrope between comedy and farce, and staying triumphantly upright. Their exchanges are nicely modulated by director Michael James Ford.

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