When the history books are written on this uncertain, indebted age, we can be confident 2010 will stand out. The year Ireland forfeited its economic sovereignty was also the year Ireland unleashed Jedward on Europe. THEATREclub presciently chose January 2010 to begin a 365-day-long cataloguing of our everyday illuminations and anxieties, which has come to form Twenty Ten. The play's crowdsourced text was provided by uncredited emailers responding to the question 'what did you learn today?'

Assembling these realisations – which ranged from money worries to celebrations of 'random afternoon sex' the night I attended– into something resembling theatre must have been challenging, and the script flits seamlessly from the serious to the absurd and traces a different two-month span during each performance. It is delivered vibrantly by six casually-dressed actors (Shane Byrne, Lauren Larkin, Louise Lewis, Conor Madden, Barry O'Connor, Natalie Radmall-Quirke) who spend most of the performance seated before the audience.

There's no drama though, and directors Grace Dyas and Doireann Coady strain to impose theatricality on the performance, be it by inserting pauses or using off-stage cameras. Twenty Ten settles quickly into a familiar rhythm, but don't criticise THEATREclub if the text doesn't probe deeper; we only have ourselves to blame.

(Each performance covers two months of written responses, and the six-hour omnibus of 'Twenty Ten' will be performed Saturday morning.)

Donald Mahoney