Where’s a goofy, flat-chested shrew when you need one?

Ray Cooney, the master of farce, is back. These days he’s in the modest Menier rather than the wonderful West End. His 1984 caper, Two Into One, opens with Richard, a starchy Tory minister, plotting an affair with a sexy blonde researcher, Jennifer. Richard decides to attempt a daring double bluff by booking Jennifer into a hotel in Westminster where his gullible wife Pamela is already installed for the weekend. Pamela meanwhile starts an indiscretion with Richard’s bungling junior, George, but their dalliance is compromised when Jennifer’s husband Ted turns up and is mistaken for George’s ‘boyfriend’, whom George has invented to conceal his affair with Pamela. Improbable? You bet. But the play’s effervescent silliness banishes one’s disbelief to the sidelines.

The cast are good to watch and Cooney, who directs his own script, plays a cameo role as a hapless old waiter who likes practising kung fu and keeps hoofing spare guests in the knackers.