The play we saw last night was STONES IN HIS POCKET, a two-person play about a small Irish village invaded by an American film company.

It was brilliant. The acting was flawless, funny, moving, and very theatrical - they played all the parts, men, women, kids and did it with finesse and fine Irish dialects.

It was written by Marie Jones, a native of Belfast, Ireland, who's been writing plays for at least twenty years. Now there's a woman I'd like to have a cup of tea with.