"Cultures are endless games" is the quotation accredited to Richard Schechner that appears on the play’s programme and to which this piece remains dreadfully faithful.

It is about cultures (more so than cappuccino), fashioned as a cheesy late-night game show complete with bingo-balls and audience participation, and, at a lengthy 75 minutes (standing, unless you are one of the privileged few to find a seat on the bench in the front row), the occasion carries an ever-so-faint aroma of endlessness.

Director and devisor Noelia Ruiz exposes the universal language of common cultural stereotypes among us by inducing the aforementioned from audience contestants as a way of securing points for their ‘team’ in the game. The various jittery performances of the fourteen cast members were determined by numbers expelled by a travel-sized bingo set centre stage and included multi-lingual slagging matches, musical chairs, and name-the-nationality charades (during which the imitation of an inebriated Irish eejit was guessed immediately).

Being part of the winning team, I was finally awarded the opportunity to appear in a group photo for the winner’s wall on Facebook, at which point I made my speedy departure through a nearby fire exit. How Irish.