From the minds behind The Play That Goes Wrong et al. comes this brand new show, once again proving that these guys are the kings of modern comedy theatre. Featuring a ridiculous story that pits the CIA against the KGB like a Le Carre novel as imagined by Monty Python, this 1960s-set romp offers a balm to West End audiences from the moment the curtain goes up. 

Set in the grand surrounds of the Piccadilly Hotel, our hapless heroes spend the evening attempting to one-up each other, to the detriment of some innocent, but no less silly bystanders.  The company's witty wordplay and perfectly choreographed slapstick do not let up, with the puns, gags and farcical concepts coming at you a mile a minute; it's impossible for even the most cynical theatregoer not to crack a smile.

With most of them having worked together for well over a decade as Mischief Theatre, the cast is trusting and well-oiled, with fantastic performances and whip-smart comic timing from all, but an honourable mention has to go to Henry Lewis's ridiculous performance as Douglas Woodbead. As a boorish actor preparing a truly abysmal James Bond audition who gets caught up in the spyfare, his every action is so outrageous and funny that I nearly cried with laughter.

If Slow Horses meets Mr. Bean with a Fawlty Towers sensibility sounds like your cup of tea, don't miss this offering. A glorious way to spend a few hours this summer.