Four Stars From The Times For Birthdays Past, Birthdays Present
It’s quite possible that Alan Ayckbourn will never again write a fully achieved tragicomic classic of the sort that used to migrate annually from his base in Scarborough to the West End and beyond. Yet if, at the age 80, he can still turn out flawed but fabulously entertaining gems such as this, let’s be thrilled that the great man is still in business.
It’s play No 83 — more than twice as many as that laggard Shakespeare managed — and it’s one of Ayckbourn’s sparkiest efforts for years…