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England’s comic master is in a black comic mode in this West End hit about our fascination with technology.

It is sometime quite soon in a steel shuttered, slovenly flat in a no go area of North London where punks rule deserted streets. Here, a lonely composer sits surrounded by high tech equipment. His only company is a robot nanny, and she’s on the blink.

He desperately wants to reclaim his teenage daughter and enlists an out of work actress to implement a cunning plan he’s evolved to impress his estranged wife and a wired for sound child welfare officer.

When things don’t work out, Jerome has to improvise… It’s amazing what can be done with new micro chips and a screwdriver!

This brilliant play offers an untimely bleak vision of men, machines and society. Bu the exhilarating Ayckbournian paradox is that the darker it gets, the funnier it becomes.” – The Guardian

“A superbly constructed comedy.” – The Daily Telegraph

“Nobody can be as funny as Alan Ayckbourn, or as frightening.” – Financial Times“