50 words: NOISES OFF by Michael Frayn at Third Rail
So that happened. Like going over a Niagara Falls of comedy – and (barely) surviving. Hysterical glee. Paroxysms of joy. Who says humans aren’t gods? One of them wrote this. From deep within their sardine strewn, whiskey-laden, anglophilic wheelhouse, Third Rail takes aim, goes for gold, and gets platinum. Unforgettable.