DINNER By Moira Buffini

‘It's my creation like Frankenstein's monster.’

An artist, a scientist and a sexpot are coming to dinner. Paige, hostess extraordinaire, is celebrating the publication of her husband's best-seller. The arrival of Mike, marooned in the foggy lane having crashed his van, provides an un-expected addition to the evening's entertainment. A silent waiter, sourced from an obscure website, completes the picture. Primordial Soup is first on the menu let the dinner from hell begin...

A wonderful comedy chiller, with blood on the carpet before bedtime. Dinner was premiered at the Royal National Theatre in 2002 prior to a West End transfer and National Tour.